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Treyv Sigmar shook his head and tried to clear his mind. The only thing that really was making him nervous was the fact that he was waiting outside the UTC's most advanced bioresearch labs waiting to be a test for the one process that had yet to be perfected. Only the human race's fate hung in the balance, no big deal.

He took another look in the "window" at himself. He was generally a confident man, and with good reason. He stood at about 6'4" of developed muscle, with short brown hair and piercing green eyes that had made girls swoon over him since he was in high-school. To top it off he was well-endowed as well, making 10 inches easily.

As white-coated technicians continued to trickle into the lab, Treyv let out a short, exasperated sigh. All this waiting was doing nothing to relieve the tension he felt in his position. He told himself that at least after he was done, he could leave for good. The orbital facility he was currently on had moved out to orbit, Aridanus IV, one of the human settlements destroyed and purged of life by the Elvar.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and a highly attractive brunette with her hair braided and then coiled up into a bun wearing what appeared to be a small, tight one-piece shirt and mini-skirt under her normal length lab coat that reached down partway down her thighs, giving him a few of quite a lot of leg.

"I'm Doctor Pearson," she said. "Come on in Mr. Sigmar, we'll start the procedure's now." Treyv nodded and followed behind her. The test room was a glorified box with glass-like walls that Treyv had a feeling were opaque from the inside. Probably designed to comfort whoever was in it.

Dr. Pearson motioned towards a flat table with a rougly man-sized indent in it. "Mr. Treyv, if you would please remove your clothing and lay on that platform there." Treyv nodded and slipped out of his clothes quickly, stacking them at the corner of the room before making his way over to the table. No sooner had he laid down on it than a set of binding restraints locked in place around him, preventing him from moving anywhere.

"What the?!"

Dr. Pearson smiled lightly. "Those are simply in place so that during the process of extracting your genetic information you don't injure yourself or the equipment. A simple safety matter that's all."

Treyv laid there uncomfortably until he noticed what looked like a narrow rounded funnel attached to a clear tube dropped from the ceiling. "What is that?" he asked.

Dr. Pearson smiled. "That is how we are going to clone you. We'll get a copy of your genetic code and no substance is better to get a clear reading of that then semen. I'm sure you'll find the sensation...enjoyable." WIth a little grin Dr. Pearson turned and left the room, leaving Treyv with the machine that would begin the process of cloning him.