Season 11.5 [Rewrite: Continuation]

It is a notion that frequents the tiniest of creatures to the two-legged beasts of today.

Does not the sparrow gain risk by an unaccustomed road? The deer when it bites into an unprecedented delectable? There is a risk in each and every choice cobbled by a life that deflects the faded drill of this realm.

Do not toil over it. There are only two destinations for a risk: failure or success. Evolution or stagnation. A fifty-fifty trail, one that erected the foundations of your civilization.

That is why I throughly revel the deed.

>_<

"Whyever is there solely children here?" Zane initially murmured as his eyes dampened in mental shock.

The card struck to his pocket, but in awe, he pocket his recoil to march on. The input from his eyes was a revelation, one not on his list of sights to spectate.

There was a collection of boys and girls in the larger laboratory, each no older than ten. Some were fiddling with a shape block for babies, others drawing or coloring with crayons.

Under the trillions of 'whys' that were tangled in the wires of his robotic shell, his mouth mentored him to be still. Wise. There, he was involved in this scheme as his eyes scanned over the children.

The boys were up to normal antics, those about chatting in a round knight table of a group. Commonplace child behavior. Yet the girls?

Deformed. Many were with slurred speech, some tripping over onto the floor. Malignant tumors were evident on their bodies, and it didn't take a doctor to know that the kids were on their deathbed.

Yet there was a quirk with the females and a pinch of the males. Zane squint at the faces, their features, familiar, somehow. Where were those faces seen befor---

"Juliet." His system recognized the girl's face. The girls, the boys, their eyes nose and bodies were in tandem with the friend's structure.

Bewilderment battered his head. Why, why were there clones of his friend here? Why were there children hostage under the sewage and entertainment-stocked city of Ninjago?

Where were their families? Mothers? Brothers? What, where, why--

His head thudded into the second row of windows, face as white as a ghost. Nerves jumped at the confession, and he was paralyzed head to toe.

"Why, are the children I saw with Muskrat here?" Zane gravelly whimpered, a hand to the window for a shoulder to lean on. His eyes clattered for a hot minute when he discerned the right.

Body parts float in test tubes, literal legs and arms free for purchase and use. His hand meekly clinked in the glass, unable to do anything to upholster the ninja.

"They are children," Zane inaudibly mourned at the kidnapped bunch. "Wh-why would you do this to a child?"

The right was a electric jolt to his build. Between the test tubes, scores of people were collaborating on their work and uploading information. What were their features in resemblance to?

Juliet.

Zane trod on through the corrider. Adult Juliets. Child Juliets. Teenage Juliets. Juliets dismembered during a surgery, Juliets munching on dinner, Juliets playing videogames.

She wasn't the only one here. Wraps of other children were squirt inside, a child here, another here. Yet the majority, the percentage of this facility was under the face of his partner.

This was more than illegal, more than the inquisitiveness of a scientist about to trip over the lines of ethical. This was downright madness. To be the franchise owner of hundreds, of thousands of clones each under Muskrat's government?