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It pains me to admit it but we have little information on this particular subject. It is difficult to discern for certain if it is an imitation designed by the Connections themselves, one of Spencer's side projects, or perhaps, if the truth lies somewhere in between.
I, for one, am undecided on whether I should be amused or bemused by this development, but I certainly cannot feign surprise.
If I were to assess the subject at face value and what little information was available to me, I would say it seems to struggle to justify its own existence, covering itself in a lurid mess of top-of-the-line brands as a grandiose show of its importance.
Its posturing is one of a young man. It is attempting to forge a distinct 'brand' of its own to distinguish itself from what its handlers wish it to be a copy of. It is performing personhood and humanity through hyper-personalised style of its clothing and weaponry, and most likely through whatever personal accommodations it has been allowed to have. Almost akin to a rebellion, of sorts.
Such aggressive display of wealth and status often tends to stem from unfortunate circumstances, insecurity, and lack of identity. I suppose its makers have not imbued their creation with much confidence or independence, most likely, quite deliberately.
I suppose I must have left quite an impression on some of my previous employers. I recall one of them had described me as a 'malignant tumour' that would 'destroy the organisation' if it were not swiftly removed.
He was correct, of course. But his foresight did not save him.
The creation of this imitation was a clever move on their part. They removed my will from the services I could provide them with through my physical abilities. An obedient servant that can perform in the same capacity, is undoubtedly a goldmine of an opportunity. We had made countless attempts at designing such soldiers at Umbrella, but while our research had laid down the foundation through early Tyrants, it does not surprise me it took multiple decades since, to reach such refinement in subsequent specimens.
Spencer was in a rush. Foolishly, following his example, so was I.
I wonder what pieces brought this one, together. If I were to have proper access to it and study it, I could doubtless recreate it. Still, the subject doesn't appear completely stable. While its performance appears satisfactory, overall, its bodily integrity is of a concern if we were to manufacture subsequent models.
Its façade is its armour. As is the ludicrous outfit. It appears to be destabilised; whether it is due to the RC syndrome alone or if the copy is inherently flawed in other ways, and deteriorating, is unknown to him as of this moment.
He's witnessed other, less successful attempts of replicating him or his abilities, in the past, but this is the most competent model he has seen, thus far. It was only a matter of time before cloning techniques were refined, but it is still strange to observe something wearing his face.
He observes the subject with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Jealousy stirs within him to watch it move with such freedom and strength, while his own body refuses to mend, still. Perhaps if he were to have it captured and brought to be studied, he could extract something of use out of it.
A sense of pity creeps into his mind; he too had once been manufactured to fulfil someone's ambition and he had foolishly done so, for far too long. He had no intention to free the wretched thing from its unfortunate fate, unless it proved to be of more value than it had presented itself as, thus far. But he understood its predicament, nonetheless.
