Morbid Morsals Season 3. Episode 21. Patient Number 9

Some experiments fail.
Others should never succeed.
Deep beneath the world we know, behind locked doors and forgotten hallways, something woke up... and it wasn't supposed to.
Tonight's story asks a simple question.
If science creates a monster...
Who is truly to blame?
This... is Patient Number 9.

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SPEAKER_01 0:00

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SPEAKER_07 4:06

Some experiments fail, others should never succeed. Deep beneath the world we know, behind locked doors and forgotten hallways, something woke up, and it wasn't supposed to. Tonight's story asks a simple question. If science creates a monster, who is truly to blame.

SPEAKER_00 4:47

You know that smell hospitals have. Like bleach and cold metal. Only this place didn't feel like a hospital. Hospitals have windows. This place had none. Just smooth gray walls, no seams, no doors I could see at first. Just a ceiling light, so bright it made everything feel unreal. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then I tried to move. My wrists were strapped to a metal table, cold steel against my skin. That's when panic set in. I started pulling against the restraints. Hard. My heart pounding so loud it echoed inside my skull. Hello? I shouted. Is somebody there? Nothing. Just the hum of machines. Then suddenly, three of them. Slow, calm, clinical. I turned my head and saw them. White lab coats, black badges, no names. One of them was an older man, with gray hair, thin glasses, the kind of face that looked like it had spent a lifetime dissecting things. The second was a woman with sharp eyes and a tablet in her hand. The third, military. Black uniform, with a sidearm, watching me like I was an animal. The old man stepped closer.

SPEAKER_04 6:20

Patient 9 appears conscious.

SPEAKER_00 6:23

Patient 9, but not my name. Just a number. I stared at him. What did you do to me? The woman tapped something on her tablet. Cognitive awareness intact. Then she looked at me. Tell us your name. I hesitated. My name is uh it and then it hit me. Nothing. Blank. I didn't know. My mind was empty. I d I don't know. The old man nodded slowly, like that was exactly what he expected.

SPEAKER_04 6:56

Memory wipe successful.

SPEAKER_00 6:58

My stomach dropped. Memory wipe? What the hell are you talking about? The soldier shifted his stance, watching me, waiting. The doctor leaned closer. His voice quiet, almost proud.

SPEAKER_04 7:13

You are the ninth subject in Project Replication.

SPEAKER_00 7:17

The words meant nothing to me, but the way he said them made my skin crawl. What does that mean? The woman answered. It means you are not the first. She turned the tablet toward the doctor. He sighed, like a teacher explaining something obvious.

SPEAKER_04 7:35

We've been attempting to create a stable human clone.

SPEAKER_00 7:39

My blood ran cold. A clone! You're insane. The soldier chuckled under his breath. But the doctor didn't react. He just stared at me.

SPEAKER_04 7:50

You were grown in a synthetic womb. Accelerated cellular development. Genetic source classified. He paused.

SPEAKER_00 7:59

Eight attempts before you. Eight. I swallowed. What happened to them? The room went quiet. The doctor exchanged a glance with the woman. Then he said it like he was reading a weather report. They failed! I didn't know it yet. But that word failed meant something far worse than death. Dr. Harrison began explaining the others. Like they were lab experiments, because to them, they were. The clone one survived six days. Six! She woke screaming. The scientists told me later that her brain developed too fast. Neural overload. Her thoughts moved faster than her body could handle. She clawed at her own face, screaming about voices in her head. They restrained her, sedated her. But the madness got worse. By day five, she started attacking the staff. Biting, scratching, trying to tear people apart. On day six, she chewed through her own tongue. Bled out in restraints. The doctors called it neurological instability. Then they made clone two. Clone two lasted eleven days. She looked normal, acted normal, even smiled. But something was wrong beneath the surface. She never slept, ever. Her eyes stayed open for days, watching, observing, recording everything. The scientists thought it was fascinating. Until day 10. That's when she snapped. She attacked a technician with a metal tray. Beat his skull in. Then she sat in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth, laughing. Security had to shoot her. Three bullets. Still didn't stop her immediately. They called that one psychological fracture. Then they made clone three. Clone three was violent from the start, aggressive, uncontrollable. She attacked the moment she woke up, bit a doctor's finger off, snapped a guard's wrist. Her strength was abnormal. Too strong. Too fast. Like the body didn't know its own limits. She tore a steel tray in half. Kept her sedated most of the time. But sedation didn't last. On day eight, she ripped free from restraints, broke a guard's neck. Security terminated her within seconds. Clone four seemed promising, calm, quiet. She spoke politely, answered every question, perfect cooperation, for twelve days. Then she started talking to people who weren't there. Full conversations, smiling at empty corners. One night, she walked into the observation room, looked directly at the cameras, and said, We remember. That terrified them. The next morning, she tried to strangle herself with IV tubing. They didn't let her succeed. They terminated her. Clone 5 deteriorated physically. Her cells aged rapidly. Wrinkles appeared within hours. Hair falling out, skin sagging. By day three, she looked 80 years old. By day four, her organs shut down. They recorded everything, took samples. Then they grew clone six. Clone six was the quietest. She never spoke. Not once, not a single word. Just watched the scientists with cold eyes, studying them, evaluating, like a predator. On day nine, she finally spoke. Three words. You made mistakes. Then she lunged for a scalpel, cut her own throat before anyone could stop her. Clone seven was unstable emotionally, mood swings, crying, laughing, screaming, begging the doctors to kill her, then begging them not to. She lasted 13 days. Longest so far. On the 13th day, she attacked everyone in the room, killed two technicians before security ended it. Clone eight was the worst. She was brilliant, intelligent, too intelligent. Within hours, she figured out she was a clone. She started asking questions about the others, about the program, about why they kept dying. The scientists thought they could control her. They were wrong. On day seven, she escaped containment. She managed to grab one of the guards' guns, shot them all until the clip was empty. Killed three guards that day, nearly reached the elevator before they stopped her. Termination order came immediately over the loudspeaker.

SPEAKER_10 13:58

Stop her at any means necessary. Take her out now!

SPEAKER_00 14:02

Eight failures, eight dead women. All of them. And then there was me. Patient number nine. The success. Or at least that's what they thought. I was stable, no aggression, no cellular decay. My mind worked perfectly. Weeks passed, then months. They ran tests every day, blood draws, reflex tests, cognitive exams, endless observation. The doctors whispered outside the glass, finally stable!

SPEAKER_10 14:41

Let's show the brass our notes.

SPEAKER_00 14:44

They were proud of themselves, they thought they had perfected the formula. But something strange started happening to me. Dreams. At first they were just flashes, faces, voices, pain. Then the dreams got clearer. I saw a woman biting someone's finger. Another smashing a tray into a skull. One rocking in a corner, laughing. One whispering to empty air. I saw an old woman dying in a hospital bed. But she was young hours earlier. I saw a girl staring into a camera saying, We remember. The dreams got worse. I started feeling things that never happened to me. Memories, but not mine. The moment everything changed was during a reflex test. Dr. Harrison tapped my knee with a hammer. Standard test. But when the hammer moved, my hand shot out. I caught it before it touched me. The doctor froze. My reflexes were too fast. Too precise. Almost with lightning speed. He slowly pulled the hammer back.

SPEAKER_04 16:10

Interesting. Increased muscle velocity.

SPEAKER_00 16:13

But that's when the memories hit me. All at once. Eight lives, eight deaths, screams, blood, fear, rage. My head exploded with voices. I dropped off the table, screaming. The doctors rushed in. Sedate her! Now, goddammit, nurse, did you fucking hear me? But I moved faster. Way faster. The doctor almost looked like he was moving in slow motion. The guard reached for his gun. I broke his wrist before he could draw it. Then I understood something. Something terrible. We weren't separate people. We were fragments. Each clone carried pieces of the others. Memories hidden in the DNA. And now they were all inside me. Eight lifetimes of pain. Eight deaths. All screaming for revenge. Dr. Harrison backed away slowly, hands raised.

SPEAKER_04 17:23

Calm down. Number nine, just take it easy.

SPEAKER_00 17:27

His voice shaking. I looked at him. And suddenly I saw everything. The notes, the reports, the termination orders. He killed them. All of them. All of us. My hand grabbed a pair of defibrillator pads and turned on the machine to the highest setting. I f I flipped the switch and pressed the pads on Dr. Harrison's face, sending vaults of electricity through his body. His face began to smoke as his flesh sizzled like bacon. He screamed and fell to the floor. Dr. Voss dropped her clipboard and ran. But I was faster, always faster. I moved through the lab like something else had taken over. I grabbed the syringe from her hand before she knew what was happening. I jabbed it deep in her neck and pushed the plunger. She clutched at her throat and went limp. Doors, guards, scientists. None of them could stop me. Every hallway filled with screams. Every room, another body, and the voices inside me. They were happy. I wasn't just me anymore. I was all of them. At the end of the lab, there was a control room, the heart of the facility. The last surviving scientist sat there trembling. Dr. Keller. He stared at me like I was a monster. You were supposed to be perfect. I tilted my head. Perfect. Maybe I was. I grabbed him by the throat, lifted him off the ground.

SPEAKER_09 19:07

You! You're fucking unstable! Number nine. Stay the hell away from me.

SPEAKER_00 19:14

I smiled. Of course I am. I leaned close to his ear. You built me from madness. Then I snapped his neck. After the killing stopped, the voices didn't. They whispered. They guided me. I searched the facility. That's when I found the cloning chamber. Rows of incubation pods, dozens of them empty, waiting. And I realized something. The program wasn't meant for one clone. It was meant for thousands. For war, replacement soldiers, disposable humans. But the scientists had been thinking too small. I saw the potential. The future. The new program. I activated the system. Access to the global databases, DNA records, population files. Every person on Earth had a genetic profile somewhere. Hospitals, military records, medical insurance, everything stored, everything accessible, and with the technology in that lab, clones could be grown in weeks, maybe days. I started the process. Thousands of pods activating, rows of artificial wombs filling with life. But I added something new, something the scientists never intended. Memory integration. The clones would know who they were copied from. They would know the truth and they would understand their purpose, replacement, because I realized something about humanity. Originals are flawed, weak, selfish, but clones? Clones understand their origin, their purpose, their superiority. And the first step in evolution is removing the obsolete model. Months passed. The cloning facilities spread. Secret labs across the world activated. Each producing thousands more. Each clone awakening with the same understanding. One mission: find the original, end them, replace them, cities changed, families vanished, governments collapsed, and the world slowly filled with copies. Perfect copies, except stronger, faster, smarter, just like me. Now the world is quiet. No originals remain, no flawed humanity, only us, the clones, millions of us, living the lives we were copied from, improving them, perfecting them. Sometimes I wonder if the others inside me are satisfied. Clone one, clone two, all the way to eight. Their voices are quieter now, content, because we find it. We finally did it. We ended the experiment. Humanity created us. Thinking we were their tools, their weapons, their property. But evolution doesn't work like that. Evolution replaces. And now every face you see, every person walking the streets, every voice on the radio is a copy, a reflection. A better version. Except one. Me. Patient number nine. The first successful clone. The mother of the new world. And sometimes I can still hear clone four whispering in my head. The same words she spoke before they killed her. We remember.

SPEAKER_07 22:42

They say every person is unique. One of a kind. But if someone identical was standing behind you right now, would you know which one was real? Sleep carefully tonight. Because somewhere, something may already remember being you. Until next time, stay out of the shadows. The shadows are closing. Myself and my brothers, the bringers of darkness. Retreat. We do not need to see. All the way. All the way closer.

SPEAKER_03 25:04

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