Tony furiously typed on his keyboard, pulling up files about the older version of yet another birth-day child.  So far he'd found an older version of over a dozen people, and knew that there was only one explanation for this.  They were clones.  At some point someone had gathered DNA from all of these people and Rebirth Inc. had created a clone from that sample, then gave it to one of the local adults to raise.  The parents most likely knew this.  In fact, every adult in town, possibly everyone from the outside, most likely knew that.  There would have been no reason to keep their names so similar to the original if they wanted the cloning to be a secret from the adults.  The cloning also explained why the adults more accurately knew the powers and abilities of birth-day children before they manifested than the naturally born children.  They had already seen those powers in action.

“Tony, Roberta, supper!” came a call from downstairs, which startled Tony.  He looked at the clock.  Seven o' six.  He had started the program just after four.  Had he really lost the last three hours?

“Coming.” he yelled, and after waiting a few seconds for the last of the files to download onto the flash drive, he pulled the flashdrive out and shut down the browser and Open Door app.

He grabbed his stuff and started to run downstairs when he noticed his sister meditating, bolts of lightning inconsistently jumping from her hands into a Tesla coil he built to catch it and channel it away, causing a smell of ozone in the air.  “Hey, mom just called us for supper.” he said to her, and she sighed, opening her eyes.

“I heard her.  I'll be right there.”

Tony nodded and ran downstairs, getting there just as his mom was putting a large lasagne on the table.   “Wow, that looks great.”  He grabbed the first slice and immediately started to shovel it in, but his dad glared at him, so he slowed down.  “Uh, sorry.” he quickly apologized after swallowing.  “I was just going hoping to go bowling with Kurt after supper, so I was trying to hurry.  Lost track of time.”

“Well, I guess it's ok, as long as you're back by 10, since you've got school tomorrow.” his dad said.  “What have you been doing for the last three hours?  I heard you doing something on your computer.”

“Exoskeleton.” he lied, quickly covering his tracks.  “Needs a lot of programming to get it working, and I keep getting programming glitches.”

His dad nodded.  “Makes sense.”

A few minutes later he got up, just as his sister came downstairs, and excused himself, once again promising to be home by ten.  He went next door to Kurt's house, and asked Kurt's mom if Kurt could come bowling with him.  Kurt also had to be back by ten, but once Kurt grabbed his wallet and jacket, they were able to teleport there in less than a minute.  Tony was a bit queezy from the series of jumps, but  after they had gone from the roof of the bowling alley to the sidewalk in front of it and gravity stopped shifting, he quickly recovered.  “I'm going to head into the cafe, get a cup of coffee.” Tony told his friend.  Hopefully that would settle his stomach.

The Bowling alley was directly beside the cafe, with the movie theater on the other side, and doors connecting the three together.  The cafe was essentially the concession stand for the bowling alley, and the theater only served sodas and popcorn as a result of the cafe's location.

Tony took a seat near the back and ordered an espresso, Kurt ordering hot tea for some reason, and when the waitress walked away Tony pulled the flashdrive out of his pocket.  “Here.” he said, handing it to Kurt, who plugged it into his phone, “the program you wanted is on there, but I think you should also take a look at the folder with your name on it.”  There were fourteen such folders including Tony's, each with the name of a Birth-day child on it, and each containing a full dossier on their alter ego from the outside.