Well I think we were involved anyway!
Aye, aye-
-Dr.9 rushes to the door- Al right, get zhe fuck inside here and tell me everyzhing you know. Now, now, now.
Usually I'm kinder, but zhis information you have, ist connected to somezhing I've noticed. So naturally I am very interested!
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Brie walks inside, along with Cappro-
-the interior's a pretty standard setup, there's a kitchen, a door marked 'bathroom', and another one marked 'sleeping quarters', as well as a 'infirmary' which has had a small sign placed on the door itself saying 'Dr.9's Room'-
-there's a few couches, and a TV-
-Dr.9 is sitting on an armchair opposite one of the couches- Right, right- now zhen. My name ist Dr.9 and... tell me every clone you know zhat's out zhere. I vant to know what I might be dealing vith in terms of production capabilities.
Do make yourself comfy, zhough- and tell me your names.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI'm Brie- there's another one called Laurel. He has purple skin, and is a grumpy sourpuss.
I'm Cappro... I think I was made more recently than these others.
-nods slowly- ... Purple skin. Vell zhat's concerning. Zhey have access either to my original catalogue... or zhey've been very pro-active on building their catalogue from scratch. Who knows vhat kind of DNA samples might be scattered around... especially if you decide not to be picky.
-she interlocks her fingers, and leans back- So... vere you all unaware of who made you? How did you come to be vell. Here.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh. Right. Sorry, I made an assumption given... vell zhe clone majority here. You're zhe only vone in zhis building zhat isn't a clone, you know.
Well! I just remember from my memories that 9.Corp was on the machine... so I like. Saw this place. And then wanted to check it out.
And I had genetic programming to try and dissuade contact with 9.Corp. But I failed. Also the person who made us used a voice modulator, and hid their face.
... Vell I'm stumped on who it is, precisely... but zhey've obviously been here a vhile. To copy my clone machine before it vas disassembled by my Trades.
And vell- all zhese tactics are too sneaky to be my ordinary enemy...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postLets see... it was earlier this year. But I had been away for at least a year- or maybe more. I tended to come here for vacation, and I only really ordered the disassembly when I started my fight against Monday Night Combat.
So- they must have been around before I did that. Which means I'm all out of ideas for an identity.
Huh... so... we were made from the copied machine?
I definitely was. Presumably you too.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postInside zhe house back there?
No, I didn't have a security camera. Or at least, if I did, zhey probably deleted the footage. Zhey'd have had plenty of time to do so.
So- wait. Where was your machine originally?
House in zhe middle of the forest, vhich I'm sure all three of you know.
I don't.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-nods- Ya... I have somevone who's looking for signs of others using my kind of technology. Alzhough I didn't expect it to valk up to my doorstep... I know now zhey had access to clones, too.
I know you said zhey don't have an army but... vith vhat supplies zhat go missing. I think they are building one.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI mean. I don't think I have a specific loyalty.
Laurel was programmed to be a personal body-guard... and I think my loyalty was left undefined too.
Almost like you're mostly experiments, I guess. People who vere made for fun. Not much thought into your orders, alzhough genetic orders aren't alvays zhe perfect thing. I keep my Trades Loyal vith a combination of genetic loyalty, and also actual benefits promised. Zhey're not slaves, even if zhey are my clone army zhat I mass-produce.
Zhe ones you met at the door vere numbers 851 und 852.
Also concerned about somevone making me a personal bodyguard vithout my knowledge. It sounds like a serious sleeper agent thing, if you ask me.
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#852: I'll go inform Dr.9. She'll want to hear all about it. -he walks inside-
-and after a couple of seconds, a yell is heard- VHAT ZHE FUCK.
Oh- huh. They must really not have known.
Aye, aye...
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