Another rough night? The woman at the front desk smiled up sympathetically at Emilio. Clearly only asking because she saw his eye bags and general look of exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. On his everywhere, actually.

His white hair was likely a mess, small parts sticking out in directions they shouldn't be. He hadn't checked when he left his house in a haste. It was unusual for him to look like this, and everyone knew it. Despite no one speaking to him on a regular basis, these days he'd spent more time at the lab than he should be. How could he not? After Akira...

The woman interrupted his train of thought, thankfully. He hadn't noticed that he remained quiet, not answering her previous question long enough for her to speak up again. Would you like a snack? She gently offered a bag of apricots, lifting it up in the air in hopes Emilio would accept.

But if she'd known him enough - which, she clearly didn't - she would've known that Emilio was the kind of person who wouldn't accept. Because he disliked being handed things. A small ick he never managed to get rid of.

No, thank you. Emilio politely declined, his expression unchanging. He left the area before he could get a look at her reaction.

That wasn't important right now. What was important was the fact that while he was gone from the lab, the camera he left behind to record the development of the subject had died. Perhaps the interns hadn't replaced the batteries like he asked, or maybe it was his fault this time.

It wasn't a pleasant thought, but he unfortunately had to theorize any possibility no matter how it might sour his mood.

He turned the corner, long legs striding over impatiently to his lab. His metal nameplate off to the side of the door, easily noticeable from how 'Mercado' seemed to pop out with his family's legacy.

When he entered, he froze. His eyes widening greatly as he attempted to process the sight before him; it had grown. Immensely. It wasn't a small clump of cells anymore - it had a body. It looked human.

It worked.

Begin log number 89, Emilio breathed out, barely registering his own moments as he hurriedly lodged batteries inside the camcorder. Need to start the log. Need to start the log. Need to start the log.

Emilio repeated in his mind as he saw the green light flashing repeatedly on the side of the handycam. He hadn't positioned it properly yet, but he was already clearing his throat to speak, Good day, gentlemen. His voice wavered unnaturally, he truly was out of it. But he couldn't be blamed, this was an exciting development in science. In his career.

He steadied his voice as he placed the camera on his desk, facing him and the subject behind him. This is Dr. Mercado, Identification: M-302, reporting on Subject 0-7-4.

Emilio stepped aside to give the camera a clear view of the clone, floating inside of the tube. It appears that in my absence, Mr. Furukawa's copy has... he gestured, pointing out the obvious. Grown.

But is it alive? Emilio thought briefly before continuing recording his report.

Unfortunate, as I could not capture the embryo development to its fullest. He stated, slightly disappointed as he was curious on the process itself. Perhaps another day, a different experiment would show him the secrets he desired. Nonetheless, this is a moment of celebration. Emilio nodded to himself, this had been what he was looking for.

It could be done. Human cloning, it was possible and soon should become a great discovery of 1998. In all of Mazaya and possibly other nations - If he played his cards right. But besides that, his natural curiosity was now confirmed.

Finally.

It's a shame that Mr. Furukawa could not be here to witness our accomplishments. Emilio stated, impersonal. Though he could not deny the way his hands curled up into a small fist. The only sign that he had been affected of his friend's death.

No matter, Emilio shook his head, returning back to business. I shall begin to conduct several assessments over the course of this week to gauge the psychological and physical state of my experiment.

There was still much to gather. If this being was a human copy, then it would have to act human, behave as one in order to truly call this a success. He managed to create one physical copy at last. He just needed to check if any body parts or organs were missing and if it were sound of mind.

There was much to do.

Emilio couldn't control holding back his smile this time, proud enough to break his typical stoic demeanor for this moment. He leaned in and reached for the camcorder, ready to cease the recording. Thank you, end log.

He pressed the 'STOP' button, the green light no longer flashed. He breathed out, placing the camera off to the side and dragged a hand down his face.

Emilio turned over his shoulder, staring at the clone thoughtfully. Now what should I name you? He muttered quietly under his breath.

He'd need an easier name than 'Subject 0-7-4' from now on. It was necessary, and efficient. Emilio walked closer to the tube, hazel eyes focused and taking on the great details of his efforts.

A name...

He whispered quietly to himself. It slipped out of Emilio's mouth before he could think about it. He placed a hand against the glass. That is your name from now on. He repeated, more firm this time.

It occurred to him that maybe he thought of that name because of Akira's pet fish...or was it a dog? He doesn't know. He doesn't remember. Didn't even know if Akira ever had a pet - but now, he just had to focus on this.

On his successful experiment.

Emilio watched as the being opened its eyes, and immediately he felt like he had to bring out his camcorder again just to document the movement.

Welcome.