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>Call in A2 for that interview (and coffee)
>Keep RBA's cocktail near Admin in case of an emergency
Let's get this out of the way.
Administrator --> Employee A2
ADMINISTATOR: Come to my office. Let's talk, if you don't mind.
ANAZINGADAMA: Fine. Only if there's coffee involved, though.
ADMINISTATOR: Bring one of the Boiling Cocktails, if you don't mind.
ANAZINGADAMA: Yeah, yeah.
You glare at C-0RA to make sure she doesn't try doing anything stupid. She turns around. Good.
The airlock opens, presumably by S-4M, and in comes the employee in question. A tired, mess of a woman who has the same soulless glaze to her eyes stands before you. In her hands is a glass filled to the brim with a bright red, boiling liquid.
"Great. Sorry for the lack of a chair, you can sit on the bed if you want to get comfortable." God, you hope that didn't come out the wrong way. Two cups of coffee rise up out of the desk. You take one, so does she.
"I'm fine. So, what do you want, sir?" She sips.
"Let's cut to the chase. What the fuck is this?" You gesture an arm wildly at the FUCKING CLONE. "Why are you even here? I don't want to sound crass but seeing a clone of myself, a female one nonetheless, is a bit much to take."
Adama chortles. "And a talking sandstorm isn't? I don't know much on the whole, well, not being a real person thing. I can answer these three questions real quick, though."
"No. I don't know why I'm a girl if I'm supposed to be you, and yes, I have all the right parts down there for a girl."
"Secondly, I don't know why they cloned you, but I heard...I guess my 'parents' talk about the cloning process. Either you got your DNA stolen by Z-Company, you submitted it voluntarily, or you were a big enough deal to have a backup off." Hm. You somehow feel like any one of those three could be true.
"Thirdly?"
"Thirdly, no, I have no idea why I have this either. Nor why I got sent here." She wipes away some grey drool. "Clones aren't supposed to meet the original or something. Cognitive dissonance or something. So either they failed to check who ran this joint or..."
"What, they wanted to test to see what happens or something? An experiment or something?" She was one of the first DAILY SPECIL purchases. Hm.
Adama shrugs. "Probably!" She gulps down more coffee. "It's equally weird to see you as well, trust me. It's like staying at a fucked up carnival mirror."
"Wait. Why is it grey? It's supposed to be black, isn't it?" You point at the tar slowly leaking out of your mouth.
"...They said I was <span class="mu-b">100% normal, with no health issues.</span> Can't say the same about what you're dealing with." Adama shrugs. Well, while she couldn't answer much about your situation, you still feel like you could gleam some details if you read through the lines.
"Fair enough, I suppose. You're free to go now."
Adama nods. "Good luck, uh, me. You know, would it be weird if we fuc-"
"I SAID YOU'RE FREE TO GO NOW."
"Yeah, fair enough!" She finally leaves
