Chapter 166: Tackling a Clone

Jimmy tapped into the Compy’s brain, and started to tame it. He made his ideal fighting machine, a creature that was big, but not big enough to have a hard time slipping through the home cavern above them. The bunker was isolated too, and he had thought ahead on the matter, which was why he didn’t want to make his ’dino soldiers’ end up being too big. He tried to avoid unnecessary challenges.

The containers limited his plans as well, as they were only three meters, or nearly ten feet across and equally tall, so he couldn’t make bigger dinosaurs even if he could somehow send the clones to the outside world.

The current clone was good enough, so he stopped thinking about making further modifications to them via containers. However, he did have to tame them, which was the final modification he had to make in order to make this Compy, and the rest of them that were to follow, useful and cooperative.

“Jesus Christ,” He pulled his head back, “I just boosted your IQ, why are you evil now? That’s so fucking random.”

Jimmy had the displeasure of looking into the brain of a Compsognathus Longipes who was twice as intelligent than its peers, and lord was that a rollercoaster ride! Compies were violent by nature, sure, but with an intelligent boost, they were not only malevolent, but full-on psychopaths who wanted to tear other creatures apart just for sport! It was a surprise to him for sure.

“If I hadn’t looked at Compy brains before, I’d think WLAS-I makes these bastards evil, but no… Compies will evolve to be evil, I guess?” He spoke to himself.

Anyway, despite its unyielding nature, the Compy could not do anything to resist the changes that Jimmy inflicted in its brain. He didn’t want to ruin its beautiful brain by smushing it left and right like play dough, so he went for some shortcuts. He made three total changes, which were minor in scale, but very important nonetheless.

The first change was that the clone was to protect Jimmy’s home cavern, and its people, even at the cost of its own life! For example, if someone tried to hurt his people, the clone was to tear through the posed danger, regardless if it comes from another dinosaur, or a human. He made it loyal to a cause.

The second change was that the clone was to ignore its own evil nature, if said nature told it to hurt Jimmy’s tribe, tamed dinosaurs, or the rest of the clones that were to come. This was essential, on account to the fact that the clones would be useless if they ended up attacking the same people, or pets he was trying to protect.

Last but not least, he taught the Compy clone to attack on command! The command was simple, and only valid if Jimmy initiated it. The command was to be initiated through a clap, and then a stoic finger pointing, for the sake of leading them towards the right direction.

This was as efficient as he could make the clone without messing up its brain, or draining his own mana as a result. He was sure that he did a good job, but just to be sure, he was ready to blow its heart up if the clone was not willing to cooperate.

“Done,” He celebrated, but was forced to exercise caution, “Don’t try to maul me, motherfucker.”

Jimmy then pressed SST to drain the liquid from the container, and then SSZ to open the container. He kept his eye on the Compy clone, ready to fight it off just in case it did attack him.

The glass of the container opened a one-meter wide, square hole, and although this was a bit too small for the clone to pass through, it did squeeze out of the container anyway. Its fresh new brain told it to follow its master, and so it did.

“Oh, nice,” He sighed in relief, “It worked!”

The clone chirped in joy once it saw that its master was happy. It was cooperative, thankfully, but to his dismay, the clone was not the one who attacked on sight, or refused to cooperate.

The door opened up behind them, and suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps rushing towards him and his clone!

Before he could turn around, a large human jumped over him, and wiped their butt-cheeks across his hair. He felt as if he was the victim of a fart-filled drive by!

“Die, dinosaur scum!” A rough, feminine tone sounded out.

Jimmy finally realized what was going on. Mika has returned to the bunker, and she had heavily misunderstood what was going on here, so she was restricting the clone with a choke-hold, and winning!

The clone did not fight back, because it was taught to never hurt the tribe’s inhabitants. It was loyal, and would rather die before biting back. This was sad, but at least Jimmy quickly put a halt to this calamity.

“Stop that, Mika, for fuck’s sake!” He shouted out, “I tamed him, he’s alright!”

“Oh,” Mika sighed, and quickly let go of it, “Sorry, I thought you were being attacked.”

“I’m a dinosaur tamer, Mika,” He said, “Dinosaurs can almost never hurt me. What’s the matter with you? I boosted your intelligence before I freed you, you should know better than this.”

Jimmy didn’t initially want to lash out at her, but he discovered that she had cracked one of the clone’s ribs. She nearly killed a clone that would never fight it back, and in this case, he could write a whole philosophical book of how wrong that was! He felt bad, so he spent a good amount of mana healing it, just so it wouldn’t suffer without a cause.

“This Compy, and many others, will save our tribe from being fucking wiped out, Mika!” He started raising his voice again, “What went through your head when I mentioned Operation Compy? God… the name should’ve been a clear hint.”

“I’m sorry,” She answered, her voice mousy. “There’s a lot going on today. I’m confused.”

Afterwards, she turned around, petted the clone’s snout, and said, “I’m sorry, little guy.”

Jimmy took a deep breath, and said, “That’s alright, I’m sorry for yelling, I’ve had a really rough day. You’re obviously doing your best, and you were trying to protect me. I like how loyal you are.”

Mika wiped a single, small tear away from her cheek, and said, “You saved me, Jimmy, of course I will be loyal to you. Always!”

This was an uncomfortable situation. He didn’t know what to say after this point, he didn’t know what else to do to make her feel better, so he skipped past that, and focused on a matter that might be a lot more important.

“How are you back already?” He asked, “Did you tell Anna about the Compies?”

“Yes,” She nodded, “She said that your plan sounds smart, and she sent me down here to help. I’m fast, so the stairs you all hate so much were more of an exercise, rather than a challenge for me. But that doesn’t matter. How can I help you, Jimmy?”

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