Aria's POV

Seeing the shock on John Mayfair's face when I passed through his body collecting his molecular biological data, then turning into a naked, mirror image of him was funny. At least it was to me.

I think it may have been a bit much on him though since he left quite soon after. Saddened, I went over to the large bed they had set up with a white coverlet, in the far corner of the room and sat down. It took a very short while before their doctors came in to begin some tests and examinations.

Dressed in their bright yellow hazmat suits, a team of four doctors walked in a bit timidly. A young man perhaps in his late 30s, with a boyishly handsome face and bright blue eyes, approached me rolling a small white table with cabinets."I am Dr. Vernon Young. Right now, we would like to be able to check your vital stats, if that's alright?" Nodding my head, he slipped a cuff around my arm and plugged it into a hole in the wall above the bed. The cuff squeezed my arm a little uncomfortably, but it was no big deal.

Using a stethoscope, Dr. Vernon Young set the silver disc-shaped end at the bend of my elbow. His eyes went wide and his voice got excited, "There's actual blood circulating in her veins!" He turned to the others and grinned. As one doctor of the four took off out the double doors, he bent forward toward me."I'm sorry, Aria. Being that you are not human, I wasn't sure what to expect." Saying nothing, I gave him a small smile. After writing down the numbers he looked at me with awe, which I was expecting. When you duplicate a human, you copy literally everything, don't you?"

So I wouldn't scare him, I slowly sat upright with my legs in front of me. "Almost every detail. There are a couple of things different." Removing the stethoscope and cuff from my arm, He placed them on the white cabinet.

Questions brimmed in his blue eyes as he turned around, all were purely borne of curiosity. "So, what is different then?" His eyes met with mine and I could see the healthy measure of fear in them.

I sighed heavily as I looked over to the two-sided glass. "You would have to have some of your top scientists present for me to be able to answer that one. They would want to know first hand, what my story is all about, and I am not going to repeat it either. Your recording devices in here will be blocked." When he frowned a bit and opened his mouth, I stopped him with a raised hand.

"I decide how and when my words are heard. I will not accept edited versions. Only what can be remembered, and later put into your computers as the words of another. So there may or may not be doubt involved. I have seen how you humans bastardize the words of others in newspapers and tabloids, plus the news. You do not represent your species well. There are too many chaotic voices. Words of importance get lost."

Still frowning, he stood up and leaned on the white table which wanted to roll. "That is why recording devices exist. So that at least somewhere there are accurate representations." It was my turn to frown now.

Rising up, I stood in front of him. The power of my core was beginning to spin faster. Mild anger building. "You are still a baby-like species. Relying on your technology will lead to the extinction of your kind. I have seen it happen elsewhere... I am aware of what the devices do. I do not need to be told. Leave me before my anger rises more. I am not good at controlling it yet." Preventative measures called for me to warn him about this.

Turning away, he stopped midway, "Aria? I do wish you the best of luck with the scientists, and with your new life. It was an honor to meet you."

Dr. Vernon Young smiled at me as I inclined my head to him. "Thank you, Vernon. The pleasure has been all mine."

Four days later...

I laughed when they actually wanted to check this form out to see if it even produced eggs. Which of course it does, it's fully functional. Though children from this form is impossible without finding the original woman and getting a full imprint from her. Though in the form of Tina, pregnancy is possible. Only I did not tell them that.

At one point, I even had wires attached to my scalp so they could monitor my brain waves. Which was when all the X-rays and scans started. I didn't mind them, except right now the viewing of my core is out of the question. So on every MRI, CT, and PET scan, plus the X-rays, my chest area came back as a big blacked out area. This seemed to bother them greatly.

The psychological analysis bothered the scientists and doctors too. It was inconclusive due to my not being human. Sharon Stevens, Head of the Psychological Review Board was a lovely woman. She literally had a coronary infarction when she saw my IQ. The woman passed away that day. She was so kind.

Many different Senators, Governors, Representatives, and Generals have shown up, along with many of the world's top scientists. I have not met them yet, but I will soon.  There is a room here, I was told, that is like a picture of the Colosseum that Annie has in her memories. Yet cut in half. For instructional purposes. This is where I will stand at the lowest level, and tell my story to scientists, members of NASA, generals, and those from the Department of Defense. Their seating is supposedly  one row on top of another, wooden platforms filled with seats attached to desks. That is what I wait for now.

On my second day here, I was given soft, but thick, colored terry cloth robes to wear instead of hospital gowns. I demanded it. Annie's memories of the uncomfortable hospital gowns, served me well once again. As I get changed into a long black robe thoughts of Richard float through my head. Trying the belt securely, I sit down on the bright red coverlet, and thoughts of his smile flicker through my mind. I hope that he is doing alright, and I hope he understands why I did this...my being here, it was inevitable.

From where I sit on the bed, I can hear them coming for me and I smile inwardly. The clicking of their patent leather, black shiny shoes, loud on the black and white hard tile flooring. These would be the soldiers in their dress uniforms of olive green. They do not bother to knock which irritates me. But when the doors open, there they are looking resplendent. One whose head is still recently shaved, to make him seem more intimidating steps into the room and stops after moving two feet. "Time to come with us, Miss Aria."

Standing up, I straightened the time a bit and nodded as I walked straight toward the open door and the eight soldiers meant to accompany me.

As if they could ever stop me.