Adalricus gazed into the blue waters of the clone maturation tank and watched the growth rate of his newest experiment as it twitched and twisted about in the nutrient-rich environment. He marveled at his own brilliance sometimes. The infant face of a cloned Briallen Potter floated in front of him, its features flinching at whatever dreams or primitive thoughts were running through its mind. "When this one is ready, I shall send it up against Briallen Potter. Once the original has been destroyed, I will instruct this one to commit suicide in front of the others. Then nothing will get in my way to fulfill my plans."