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father had any family or friends nearby I knew about. Asked if I knew employees from the school, two nurses named Santos or Kelsoe. Asked if I knew about anything, any place , called Shardhara. I gave him mostly shrugs and one word answers.The one-word was almost always NO. I wasn’t trying to be a dick. They were really all I had to give. Eventually we got around to the heart of the matter.
    Something happened at the school, he said. Something bad.
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    By “the school” he meant the Massey Institute.
    Massey was a private school and treatment center maybe a half mile down the road from DSTI. On the same property and everything. The “treatment” part of the equation was for things like mental health, anxiety issues, anger management, eating disorders, suicide, drug and alcohol rehab. That kind of thing. A lot of the “treatments” were built upon advanced pharmaceuticals developed and provided by DSTI, who justified it all as approved “clinical trials” while openly funding and operating Massey.
    For years I’d known Massey as a good place. A place where scientists like my father could help fix kids. But now I knew the truth.
    Massey is where DSTI kept all their lab rats.
    And instead of in cages, their teenage “rats” waited in classrooms and group sessions.
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    About fifty kids went to Massey.
    All boys. Between the ages of ten and eighteen.
    Most of the guys were normal kids.
    Some . . . some not.
    Some, I knew now from my father, were more like me.
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    clone (noun)
    from the Greek word klōn , for “twig”
    (1) a group of genetically identical cellsdescended from a single common ancestor; (2) an organism descended asexually from a single ancestor such as a plant produces by budding; (3) a replica of a DNA sequence produced by genetic engineering; (4) one that copies or closely resembles another, as in appearance or function; (5) me
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    It started with peas.

    An Austrian monk named Mendel tried some biology experiments in the small garden of the monastery where he lived. It was the 1850s. His specific scientific interest was heredity: how and why children retain certain traits of their parents. No one understood this stuff yet.
    To study it, he grew peas. Thirty thousand pea plant “children” carefully bred from specific pea “parents.” He pollinated each plant himself. Wrapped each pod individually. Examined and recorded the most minute detail: blossom color, pod color and shape, and pod position. Thirty thousand times.
    It took seven years. He almost went totally blind staring at all those peas. Seriously.
    He wrote only one paper about what he’d discovered during all that time and got it published. In the paper, he proved how specific genes in the parent peas controlled the traits of the children peas. Some genes were strong, or dominant , and others were weaker, or recessive . The strong genes won when the two met in an offspring. He started mapping them all out and eventually could figure out exactly what the next plant would look like.
    This guy had invented genetics.
    Very few people read his paper, however. He wasn’t a “real” scientist, the real scientists all decided. He was just a monk with a small pea garden. So he was completely ignored.
    Mendel next tried bees. He kept five hundred hives with bees collected from all over the world. African, Spanish, Egyptian. He built special chambers for the various queens to mate and bred brand-new hybrid bees that made more honey than any other bee ever before on Earth. Mendel’s bees were also more aggressive than any other bee ever before on Earth. They stung the other monks and soon took their stinging ways to the nearby village. Mendel had to destroy every hive. He killed ten thousand bees.
    He went back to plants, which didn’t sting, but tried something other than peas—a plant called hawkweed—and it didn’t work out. Not at all. He couldn’t verify his original