Chapter 482

It was a wolfhound that looked more like Georgie than Stevie did. It was probably a clone of Georgie as well. The dog pounced on me and pushed me to the ground. Its eyes looked ravenous. It was like it would like nothing more than to tear everything to shreds and swallow it up. It opened its mouth and wanted to bite me. "Georgie!" I called out instinctively. The dog calmed down from its crazed behavior. It looked me in the eye and slumped down beside me with a whine. It was barely alive. The last of its energy was used to pounce on me. All it needed to do was to bite down on my neck to survive, but it didn't. Dogs were humane animals. At times, a dog would behave as a dog would, but that wasn't the same case for humans. Genome Society intentionally released a starved clone of Georgie just to see if it'd lose control and harm its owner in the midst of its insanity. The experiment was pointless, though. Pets could be cloned, but the memories couldn't possibly be copied over. Was