Editing Echidna Clones (section)

==Behavior==
Upon being created and expelled from Echidna, clones are immediately alert and aware of their surroundings. If their originals are around, they will begin attacking them. All Echidna clones are violently murderous, seeking to destroy everything their original cared about. Depending on the type, Echidna clones exhibit varying degrees of subservience to Echidna. Some clones are obedient, acting protective and even affectionate toward Echidna. Others act more on their own accord, though still working toward Echidna's overall agenda.<!--include skiters italicized thoughts on the matter good short hand-->

Human clones inherit their originals' memories and general psychology, subverted into a twisted caricature of their original personality.<ref>“She’s Steph.  She’s Steph.  Of course I care.  Fucking bugs!”  He lashed out with one arm, as if he could hurt the swarm, drive them away.  His arms folded around the clone-Steph.<br><br>I pulled the attacking bugs away, leaving only enough to track his movements.  I wasn’t sure I ''wanted'' to open up a line of dialogue, but my conscience couldn’t afford to let me ''not''.  “But… what about the person she was beating up?  You don’t care about the real Steph?”<br><br>“Ignored me.  Looked down on me because I was fat.  Fuck her,” he spoke with such force that my bugs could feel the spit flying from his mouth.<br><br>She’s still Steph, isn’t she?”<br><br>“Bitch.  Brushing me off.  Made it so we were friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.  Bitch,” he said.<br><br>He let the mutant-clone Steph drop limp to the ground, clenched and unclenched a fist.  “Fuck her.  Fuck you for killing Steph.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/12/queen-18-8/ Excerpt] from [[Queen 18.8]]</ref> They consider themselves 'soldiers,' though not necessarily ''Echidna's'' soldiers. They possess an overwhelming desire to first destroy their originals' loved ones, then their close associates, eventually escalating in scope toward the goal of destroying countries and humanity at large.<ref>“Why do this?  Why hurt people?”<br><br>“I’m a soldier,” he said, his words dull.  “It’s what I am.”<br><br>I sensed his girth, used my swarm to sense his equally heavy alter-ego.  “You… don’t strike me as a soldier.”<br><br>“It’s what I am.”<br><br>“Is… is ''he'' a soldier?” I gestured in the direction of his other self.<br><br>“No.  Fat fuck could never be a soldier.  Kill him.  Dig my fingers into that gut and rip and tear until he dies.  Strangle him.  No willpower, hide from the world behind that disgusting fat.  Choke the life out of him.  He’s useless anyways.  Waste of air, waste of a life.”<br><br>''Projecting much?''<br><br>“And when he’s dead?  What will you do?”<br><br>He moved toward me, and I backed away a step, bringing my bugs closer to him.  He went still again, glanced around.  “Kill others.  Kill Dad and Mom and Sammy and the cats.  Kill teachers and classmates and burn my house and burn the school.  Fuckers.  All of them.  Looking down on me.”<br><br>His words struck a chord, and it was the closest experience I’d ever had to the sort of flashback that happened in the movies.  I could remember being in the school bathroom, dripping with juice.  Being so frustrated, so angry, so hurt that I just wanted to lash out.<br><br>Was that all he had left?  Was that all he was?<br><br>“And if ''they'' all die?”<br><br>“Kill others.  Burn this fucking disgusting city.  Burn this fucking country.  Keep burning, keep killing.”<br><br>“Do you really think that’ll make anything better?”<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“Then why?  Is there any way I can get you to stop?”<br><br>“No.  Won’t stop.  I’m a ''soldier''.”<br><br>“Whose soldier?  Hers? Noelle’s?  The monster who spat you out?”<br><br>“No.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/12/queen-18-8/ Excerpt] from [[Queen 18.8]]</ref> While irrationally murderous, they are capable of showing empathy and grief toward their fellow clones, especially if those clones are of a person their original knew.<ref>“You leave Steph alone!” the fat clone bellowed.<br><br>The words caught me off guard as much as the fact that he’d seen the attack.  He charged, and I swiftly backed up, bringing my weapons to the ready.<br><br>He didn’t come after me.  He stopped by ‘Steph’, the one-legged clone with the fatal throat wound.<br><br>“You care about her?” I asked.<br><br>“She’s Steph,” he said. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/12/queen-18-8/ Excerpt] from [[Queen 18.8]]</ref> They have a sense of self-preservation, and become distressed when caught in a hopeless situation.<ref>Still fighting to avoid being brained by Wanton’s telekinetic storm, the tall Vista let out a drawn out half-moan, half-scream, equal parts despair and anger.  It didn’t sound exactly normal, but that didn’t surprise me.  What made my blood run cold was that she ''almost'' sounded like a young girl might.  A little too close to reality for comfort. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/monarch-18-6/ Excerpt] from [[Queen 18.6]]</ref>

Animals that were cloned attacked everything in sight with savage fervor. Cloned rats sought out people to bite and claw at. Cloned bugs did the same, but were also uncontrollable by [[Skitter]]. Skitter's clone, [[Chitter]], was able to control these cloned bugs.<ref>I could track the rats that were crawling out of the vomit.  A dozen of them, and they were homing in on people, savagely biting and clawing into any flesh they found.  I made sure to cluster my bugs in as dense a swarm as I could afford, to keep them contained.  The bugs I didn’t devote to the task worked to disable and distract the more mundane clones.<br><br>I might have missed it if I hadn’t had the bugs pressed together to contain the rats.  I had missed it already, countless times.  Wasps, hornets and cockroaches were crawling free of the slurry of flesh that Noelle had vomited into the building’s lobby.  They were attacking my bugs and any people they found. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/09/queen-18-7/ Excerpt] from [[Queen 18.7]]</ref>