Nothing in most of the lab. It was either stolen or destroyed. A more thorough search then the first time turned up an fallen a locker with a pair of gym shoes and old socks. Taped to the underneath of the top shelf was a scarp of paper, "Genisis-7:16" Behind the paper was a key card. A pair of broken glasses lay on the top shelf. A scanner was found for sub dermal tissue. The memory returns of your work station sub deck nine. Geological scanner and samples you recall searching them for the missing unknown variable from the dirt and docks on the moon.

More memories of you and Jason flood your mind. Some trips were professional, some were professional with a pleasure ride back. The science also comes back. The grid by grid searches of the moon. The failed searches, re calibrating of sensors and equipment. The search for, ....isotope 34. Isotope 34 was the the catalyst you were certain of that would bring the change, dramatic change, but for proof you would need a large sample it couldn't be synthesized. The small traces you found brought more flashes of you conducting tests on the rats. The only successful test was introducing it by inhalation. Successful by surviving the procedure The autopsy and the results were remarkably the creature had started to change biologically under each side and in every way the body became more efficient the cells lived longer and the brain folds were in a stage of doubling. The change was only permanent via the next generation. The tissues broke down and the development cause the life expectancy to half. You couldn't prove that theory without further testing and a larger dose for a larger mammal. You needed more test subjects.

"...I really, really am not linking the old Dorothy..." Dorothy mumbled, shaking her head as she recovered memories from the prime dorothy. "...Oh man... Jason..." She muttered, picking up the shoes and socks, sitting on the locker to change into them. "How could she do that..." She continued to mutter as she slipped on her socks, moving the protective boots to the side. A thought crossed her mind; would she remember killing Jason? She shuttered; those memories could be lost forever, and Dorothy honestly would be ok with it.

She took the key-card and biblical passage once she had her shoes on, putting them in her pocket. It made her uncomfortable to look at the verse, but for all she knew, it could be the code.Standing up, she looked to where the mice had been, and wondered about her fate. Would she meet the same fate as they did? Though she was a clone... Would her life expectancy be halved because of what Dorothy Prime had done? She'd only just woken up; She didn't want to die yet. Her discomfort was clear, and once she'd collected her thoughts, she left the room, to search her office, and return the boots to their place.

Dorothy looked, again, at the cryo-lab; she thought about blocking it off, in case somehow Prime was able to get out of her tube, but knew it wouldn't work; whenever and if-ever she was ready and able to clone Jason again, she'd need to get in there. Maybe, by the time she was ready to do that, she'd be able to clone him properly?

She shook her head, going through her office, looking at papers, through drawers... She even pulled the ruined computer shell out, finding a tool and opening it, examining the insides. it was a hassle going in and out of the medical bay, and she wanted to be sure she didn't miss anything.

The computer case came off easily to reveal a laser hole through the hard drive and a disk in the bay drive. Looks to have some information written on it. Unfortunately there was a scorch mark from the heat caused by the internal fire. It wasn't looking too good. The writing on the drive was in your hand. It read "DNA Dorothy". Perhaps there were more disks. You redressed for the cryo lab and searched the tubes. and looked at the tubes. dorathy prime was still floating with the sensors registering her life signs as dormant but alive. More like a low hibernation. Her brain waves indicated from the EKG was she was having a dream. behind the tube was a keyboard and interface. there was also a drive to insert disks. The second one was empty. Liquid oxygen was on the floor now in a sheet of ice. There was no disk in the drive and the last sample was Jason. The third drive was empty but the interface showed the system was primed for new subject. The system awaited DNA...

"Eeugh," Dorothy shivered as she looked at dorothy Prime, averting her eyes to the keyboard and screen behind the tubes. She wondered why her twin wasn't in a deeper hibernation, but figured that it was due to the fact she was in an incubator, and not cryogenically frozen. Her eyes turned to the liquid oxygen, wondering if that's where she came from for a moment before focusing on the data presented in front of her.

The unopened tube was primed for a cloning, and Jason's DNA was already in, it seemed. Considering that there were already three dead jasons Dorothy knew about, She was tempted to make another one, but her mind flicked back to whoever wrote to her on the screen. If it was yet another Jason- and, she honestly wondered at this point why Dorothy Prime couldn't keep a Jason alive-then making another copy would be redundant, and cause even more confusion for her. At this point, she was getting less and less enthused about the whole cloning thing; It made her head hurt, and she could hardly keep every jason straight. It was, she had to admit, a little humorous; if there was someone to listen, she'd probably crack a joke and apologize profusely after, all while trying not to snicker.

She decided to save the tube, until she knew who was in need of a copy and who wasn't. Why waste a tube and cause more confusion, Dorothy reasoned, when you might not have to? Shaking her head, she started out, glancing back out at Dorothy Prime again. Knowing what she'd done made her all the more difficult to look at. She wondered how she could even face her own reflection at this point.

She set all of the Cryo-gear back, looking again at her Broomstick. Considering that she was in a test, and that whatever threat there was didn't seem to be the kind that she'd even be able to use the stick on, she used it to keep the Cryo-lab shut, in the off chance that something happened with Prime.Her mind kept going over everything that she'd learned, causing Dorothy to wonder if she was going to be able to keep everything straight mentally. Deciding to not risk it, she grabbed a pen, a clipboard, and a large amount of empty papers- Or, whatever empty papers she could find- from her office, and wrote everything down. Her handwriting was large and unpracticed, but readable; a stark contrast from the small and messy words that were written on the other papers, presumably by the first Dorothy. On the back of the page where she had been putting possible codes and other information that seemed important, she started making a crude map of what she knew in the station; many blanks remaining as she scrawled the medical bay, bridge, her lab, and the engineering room, labelling them, and marking where, roughly, she'd seen bodies, and blood.

With that settled, she started back out, resolving herself to go back into the medical bay to search for the code. Her pace sped up whenever she was near a window, or other reflective surface, as she didn't want to even catch a look at herself. The idea to change her hair passed through her mind, but she figured she'd save it until after she knew she was ok, and who was running the "test". She was fond of her hair as it was, but it reminded her far too much of Dorothy Prime.

She made a face as crawled through the access shafts again, straining herself to make her decent into the medical bay as safe as she could, due to the roller chair that she'd left in place. Mentally cursing herself, she managed to not die, though she landed on the chain, fell on her butt, and kicked the chair forcefully away. She sat there for a moment, calmly dealing with her frustration at her own actions and thoughtlessness, before getting up and dusting herself of, checking for injuries before entering the bloodied room once more.

The medical bay was silent and the flickering lighting did little to make the room pleasant to stay in. The robotic arms poised in the air awaiting commands. The computer screen was on. The last entry was a week ago. Operation was to stitch a small wound of the Vastus lateralis (outer thigh muscle). Subject male, age 37, operation took 47 seconds. Authorization code from Commander Ross, Jason, NSN 606714355. Running first aid programs from a hard disk. The computer station had a small cabinet underneath. It held the PC main housing unit and a disk containing the program needed for internal injuries when the AI was off line. The computer also had other injuries recorded most were from Chris. File reads Engineer William, Christopher, NSN 050862123. Damage left ulna (forearm bone), right 2 metacarples (hand), right 4th and 3rd dorsal interosseuos (foot bones), and cavea thoracis (ribs) on the right side. More detail would require the AI. The terminal was only to run the program and emergency first aid programs to injured personnel. Primarily stitching dermal mending and internal hemorrhaging. No DNA or tissue samples were available.

A thorough search provided no information for pass words or who ran this section. You had the chemistry and a rudimentary basics of medicine. You knew nothing to indicate being a actual doctor. You would need the AI to analyze the blood from the room to tell you whom it belonged to. Other then the blood this place was well kept. The drawers were rummaged through but nothing was thrown on the floor or over turned. There were a few lockers in the corner unlocked containing surgical gear and not munch else. The medical tray by one of the beds held a preset of drugs and surgical supplies. Searching the bottom shelf was unhelpful. While you were squatting low you noticed a object taped under the the top tray. A micro recorder. Touching the tape brought a flash of you taping it there. The feeling of panic while you did it resurfaced as well. Then you listened to the recording of your own voice. "Date 21/3/2187. I'm entrusting this to no one. They can't have the AI. Jason was regenerated to quickly, the speed made it unstable. His brain was unable to fully develop and he acts on half information. Like a nightmare where only pieces of memory collide with the subconscious. What a failure. He was controllable at first. Like a lobotomy but as the brain developed the behavior became more erratic. I'm going to have to kill him. The reduction in cerebral material was a bad choice. In case I have to activate my fail safe the code for the AI is Delta7191red. I'm trusting Chris hasn't pulled the logic circuits. I destroyed the lock to the central core so it shouldn't be an issue."

"....Holy hell..." Dorothy muttered, writing down the information she was collecting in the room on another sheet of paper, putting names to codes, and making a small with tallies in it to keep track of how many suspected copies of everyone were in existance, dead or not. She quietly prayed for there only to be one copy of everyone running around as she examined the tape once more, making sure to play the code over several times, writing it down correctly and labelling it.

"Hey, um, Whoever's there?" She spoke up, still unsure if anyone was watching her, finding her voice trembling and cracking a bit from the new change in volume. "I'm gonna go turn on the AI. If it's a mistake- um, If what the me on the tape worried about is true- would you please stop me!?" She cleared her throat, bringing a hand to it. "Also, I hope you guys recovered from whatever happened?" She looked back to the drawers, hoping that adding the last bit helped her case. Dorothy prime, from everything she was learning about her seemed like she wouldn't say that genuinely, if at all. The way she spoke about the failed clone of her co worker and everything surrounding that... It turned her stomach. She may be bias, but she considered clones to be people too, and that they deserved more respect than lab rats. With a shudder, she wondered what Dorothy Prime would do to her if she was let out, bringing her arms close around her and pressing her clipboard against he r lower torso to comfort her against the thoughts.

She slipped her tape into her pocket, only to find that both were getting exceedingly full. Finding the need to make sure she didn't have unnecessary items taking up space, she sat them on a table, sorting them out- keycards together, datastick and tape side by side, and setting the biblical passage aside. Once they were sorted, she put them back in her pockets.

Taking a breath, she left the medical bay, heading, quickly, to the command bay, hoping to finish the task and finally encounter someone.

Returning to the command center nothing has changed. The terminal for reactivating the central AI sat there awaiting the command code from a medical officer. Typing in the code from the medical bay you watch as the multiple consoles flicker and the red light glows from the center of a lens indicating the AI is active. "Time is 211 am Thursday May 2187. Good morning doctor. I am accessing the progress reports indicating the mission is off schedule. I am bringing the central station online. Reactivating the main cargo hold. Sending geological samples to science station for further analysis. My sensor in Bio lab one has been damaged. Terminal access granted in cargo hold three. Terminal access denied in shuttle. Terminal access denied in escape pod three. Terminal access denied in room 217. I am detecting five life signs on station but only two have there GPS chips. Shall I purge them?"

"n-No, do not purge them." Dorothy spoke up, making sure to be clear and articulate to the AI. "Leave them be. I can deal with them; do you know where the unchipped people are?" She watched the red lense, though she knew it wouldn't move. She thought for a moment, bringing her clipboard up to try and figure out who all could be alive. "Could you tell me where those with their chips are?"

As far as she knew, the AI had found out about Dorothy Prime's cloning. She was unsure of the rest of the details, but it had lead Prime to disable the AI, and probably damage the AI terminal in her lab. She wondered, for a second, if the AI would try to harm her and the other unchipped being, do to the fact that she was indeed a clone, and the other one could be assumed to be a clone as well.

She stayed by the terminal she had put the code into, ready to put the code back in id it attempted to "purge" her. Her mind flicked to the main door to the command bay, how it was sealed, and to the medical bay, where it was definitely welded shut. "Hey, um..." She felt like the AI should have a name, but couldn't remember if it had one or not. "The doors to the medical bay are welded shut. Is there anything we can do to fix that?" She moved her eyes from the screen, to the AI's sensor, before a small, idea-like memory came to her.
"Also, Good morning to you. Thank you for the information."

"Of course Doctor. The chips are all synced to my internal sensors. Doctor Crawford is in the Bio lab. Doctor Williams chip is in the control bay with you. It has failed to send bio data for one month, seven days, and six hrs. I have a bio signature of Doctor William on sub level 11 below the reactor core. In the cooling station. He has radiation poisoning I am attempting to warn him. The two crew members with monitor chips are Doctor Crawford in bio lab and Commander Ross in room 214. There are three additional life signs in station. They share similar bio signatures as Commander Ross. Doctor I would like to run a self diagnostic to determine the current function status of the station."

"The doors to the medical bay are not fitted with an emergency release charge. I am unable to operate them remotely. I will send a heavy lifter to cut through sealed doors." It paused until your next inquiry. "You are welcome Doctor Crawford. I look forward to our time together and have only the greatest enthusiasm for the mission."

"Doctor you have a message. Shall I play it for you?"

Dorothy fell silent as the AI spoke to her, marking her clipboard with the information it had viben her. "...Can you help Doctor Williams more than a warning? The situation.. It doesn't sit well with me." she asked, not liking the sound of "radiation poisoning" at all. She sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the information once more. Her copy was in the cryo room, Chris was detected in the cooling station, and Jason was in room 214, wherever that was. But the three others...? She wasn't mentioned; as far as she was aware, she wasn't similar to Jason.

"Yes, go ahead with the diagnostic, and please play my message for me." She spoke to the AI once more, adjusting her glasses and getting up, walking to the blood-encrusted chip. "The doors to this room, also, were shut to the point I had to use the air ducts to enter. Can we fix that, too, please?" She examined the chip without touching it, wondering why he'd removed it, or why someone else would remove it. "There are also... There are bodies- dead ones, I mean- laying around. One in the shuttle, and one in the access tunnel to this room. I.. I don't know why they're there or how they died...But..." Her voice betrayed how fearful and apprehensive she was as she spoke,and she looked back to the AI. "Cut, um, can we do something about them? They're... They're really decomposed..." She paused, thinking for a moment. "They could contaminate Cryo, so I know we wouldn't be able to put them there. S-So.. What can we do about them?" She fiddled with her jumpsuit sleeves, trying to cope with her worries and stresses quietly.

"Doctor Williams is refusing treatment I am not authorized to physically interfere with a member of the crew."

"Beginning message."

The voice in the message was your own. "This is doctor Crawford. If you are listening to this then that means you have reactivated the AI. I don't know who you are. Authorization code Delta7191red run subprogram Dorothy lockout." Alarm sound from an alternate console began. "You can not stop me."

AI: "Command accepted. AI command initiated heavy lifter number seven loaded. Shuttle sealed. Beginning thruster initiation. T minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Shuttle launched." You watched in horror as the shuttle left heading to the moon.

"Thank you Doctor beginning diagnostics."

"I will begin cutting the obstructed doors open with the available heavy lifters."

"I recommend removal of decomposing bio material. I am not authorized to physically interfere with a member of the crew. All further requests terminated. Full automatic control initiated. All terminals now locked. Life support removed from outter rings. Warning life detected in outer station rings. Atention you have ten minutes to evacuate outer station rings before environmental seals close. All power to outer station rings terminated. Main lighting terminated. Minimal life support to central station initiated. Oxygen levels reduced to forty percent. Emergency lighting initiated."

"w-what?" Dorothy looked around, eyes growing wide as she watched the new actions of the AI. "n-No! Stop that! Put it back like it was, please!" She pleased with the AI, trying futilely to get into the system to put in the medical override code. "No,no no no no no no no... this is bad. " She got up, pushing her hands through her hair as she approached the scanner. "Please, can you tell everyone to come here? o-Or at least warn them of what you're doing...?" She looked all over as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on, and what was going to happen.

Her mind raced as she tried to figure out her next course of action. The lights went dark, which left her feeling worse than before. There were only two valid options that came to her mind, and both seemed either impossible or detrimental. Option one was to go find Chris in the core, bring him up, get him treated, and see if he could help, and option two... Dorothy shuttered as she considered freeing Dorothy Prime, and locking her in a room, or finding another means of keeping her in one place. But, she didn't know if she'd be strong enough for either option, or if she would be able to make it in time. She paced around, feeling like she was both about to cry and vomit, before moving back to the air vents.

"....Can I make it to where Chris's bio signature is before the seals close?"

"Command lock out request denied. Comm links can be accessed by the station closest to my sensor on the command deck."

"Doctor Williams is not in an affected area of the containment. You should be able to access his position after the heavy lifter number four is done cutting door in sub junction 34, deck 11."

Doctor Crawford I have completed the self diagnostics and have found ninety eight percent of my system to be in working order. Some of my sub system processes were removed in the command lock out. The self destruct relays are not responding. I believe Doctor Williams has removed the charges around the core. Warning there were six detonators around the core each with enough force to cause damage to station equal to ten percent of station integrity. The force of the blast would alter the stations orbit."

Dorothy fell silent as the AI's words fell, resting a hand on the metal wall by the vent. "...Ok. Can you please sound an emergency alarm, or something, in the outer rings?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, shutting her eyes tightly as she tried to think. "Or.. Or something, anything, to call the people there to safety?" She rested her forehead on the cool metal as she thought and collected herself, a voice in the back of her mind telling her that panicking would be the worst thing she could do.

"I.. Can you lead me to Williams' bio signature?" She asked, racking her mind for any memories of how to get to the room the AI had mentioned, but not finding any. "w..We need to.. We need to make them- er, the doorways and the like that lead away from the outer rings- highly visible. Is there anything we can do?" She forced herself to take deep breaths, doing her best to find a way to save as many people as she could. "And.. And Dr.Williams. How long can he hold out? Would there be time to retrieve him, bring him to the medical bay, and for me to try to help with guiding or otherwise helping the others get to safety?" She removed her hand from the wall and ran it through her hair; her other was preoccupied holding her clipboard and pen.

"I.. I'm going to climb through the air vent to get out of here. I'll talk to you on the other side- I, um, I recall seeing you around out there." She warned, starting through. "Time isn't something I have; Please focus on clearing the way to Dr.Williams, and on helping the three in the outer rings get to safety." She peeked her head back out of thevent, looking at the AI, before climbing back in, climbing back into the main hall, shakily breathing deep to keep calm as she moved to the next AI station for her answer.

"All the warning lights are activated in the outer rings. All other command requests are locked out."

"I'm sorry Doctor I am unable to do that at this time. I need the command authorization code to remove the lock out."

"I can lead you to Doctor Williams as the lock out does not restrict the sensors."

"The heavy lifters will continue to cut open a path to areas previously obstructed."

Frustrated, Dorothy let out a small growl, bringing her hands to her face to muffle it. "Friggin' prime..." She muttered, sliding her hands into her hair as her mind raced and tried to solve the two or three problems presented. She took a few seconds before locking her eyes on the AI, noticing an "intercom" button below it. Feeling stupid, she moved to it and pressed it.

"ah, u-um.. Attention!" She started, her volume growing as she spoke. "Everyone, and I mean everyone needs to evacuate the outer rings right now. Prime... Um, I-I mean, the first Dorothy, did something to the AI and n-now it's shutting down in... um, five minutes?" She paused, unsure of how much time had passed. "Maybe more, but, just.. assume the worst and g-get to command!" she was trembling, pausing as another thought came to mine. "a-And for the record, I'm not... I'm not that Dorothy. I can explain more when we all meet, I promise. But just, run, please! i-I've seen more than enough death for my first day awake!" She let go of the button, before pushing it once more.

"Also, um...Chris? I'm assuming that's your name; anyways, I'm coming to take you to the medical bay. The, um, the AI is opening it up and I undid the medical override thingy so it can help you. Please, d-don't try to hurt me when you see me. I need all the help I can get, and according to the AI, you do too." She swallowed as she let go of the button, starting off quickly down the halls.

"Ah, um, AI? Please direct me as I go." She asked, looking at the nearest AI sensor as she passed it. "I need to get to Chris as fast as I can."

"I'm sorry I am unable to comply with your request. The lockout removes the permissions to activate the lighting system. I can direct you to the PDA Giving a wireless signal in the second drawer to your left. from this device I can display a map of the station and offer the faster route to medical." As you stared your way to the exit you heard something coming.

In less than a minute A Jason appeared. He had some gym pants on but no shirt he was well muscled and had a crazed look in his eyes. "Dorothy? ...I'm going to kill you!" As he started to charge a blue light flashed over his body and he collapsed on the floor mere inches from your feet.

Behind him half way out of the service duct was Chris. From his name tag and the fact he looked like Robinson Crusoe. His hair was long and his beard was thick. Both black and a pair of blue eyes looked at you. He was very thin and pale looking. He held some makeshift home made laser rifle. "You're definitely a clone the real Dorothy would of shot him dead with a needle or at least made this as death trap. So what do you think of the creators work?" He tapped the unconscious Jason with his foot. "Better talk fast the others will be coming here to kill you."

"o-Oh... Oh my god..." Dorothy began to tremble again as her eyes stuck to the unconscious man in front of her, pulling her arms close as she backed up. "Why w-would he want to...?" she leta hand go to float to her face, staring at it before putting it over her mouth to keep herself quiet. "...Oh. I-I guess it makes sense... I mean, after what she did..." She shuttered for a moment, moving away from the body as her eyes turned to the man who'd saved her.

"..Chris...?" She looked around before moving closer to him, keeping a radius away from the Jason. "p-Please, please please tell me that he i-isn't... Dead," She asked, eyes going between the two. "r-Really.... I,, um, I don't think I can handle any more death right now." She moved behind him a she spoke, to distance herself from the Jason. She swallowed hard as she tried to make herself calm again, taking a few deep breaths. "The AI said that you, um, were in the core, and suffering from radiation poisoning," she started, reaching a hand to hold part of his jumpsuit, like a scared child. "i-I don't know how you g-got here but, um... P-Prime; er, the first dorothy, I mean- i've been calling her prime t-to not confuse myself- She set a message to lock out the AI if, um, the medical override was undone a-and I don't know how to fix it a-and I'm really, really, really scared!" She sped up as she spoke, to the point where there was almost no pauses between words. "I d-don't know what to do- o-other than get you to medical bay." She looked around again, swallowing as she felt more fear and a sense of doom pool in her stomach.

"a-Are all of the Jasons.... like that?" She asked, trying not to look at the unconscious Jason, tugging the man's jumpsuit to lead him to the medical bay. "Is it... because I look like her?" Her eyes turned down, an she took several shaky breaths. "w-whatever. We need to get you fixed; o-or at least out of here." She looked back at him, visibly distressed, looking like she was a few minutes from a panic attack. "a-And to answer your question, from what I can tell, I... I really, really don't like this. I don't like any of this. t-There's a me floating in a Cryo-incubator-thingy and it freaks me out, a-and I've already seen two decomposing bodies and it freaks me out... I got t-to see her logs and she even freaks me out... a-and this is just the icing on the 'Scare the crap o-out of the new clone' cake."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Hes just stun killing him would over heat the relays in this baby and I would need more power. I'm not hear to save you so munch as get answers and have you save me. Prime? Shit, are you suffering from mental degradation too?" He raised his weapon. Hearing your willingness to heal he took his chances and lowered the weapon. "Fine lets go before your party kicks off."

Grabbing your arm he pulled you to the door and down the maintenance ladder in the floor. "Cones of ladies first." As the two of you made your way to the medical he whispered to you. "Yea there all a little pissed and seeing your own clone has a breaking effect on ones mind. Not to mention cloning tissue is easy its the neural copying that's as bit trickier. They all went there own way into crazy land the only thing in common is the deep desire to kill you." Leaving the ladder down into the tunnel Chris make it known to go left then you would have to hop out at the first open vent. You found yourself in the hall.

"We bypassed some of the heavy lifters. now we have three more floors to go through. So your a clone too huh? Well I'm not going to be a clone. I made sure to destroy my files which is why I need you the AI was locked out and now is running the show." He stops and turns to you. "Don't get in the way of the operation one of the subprograms someone put in it before activation was mission priority one, life support second. That's the lesson Jason the first one had stumbled onto. Now you had your own goals though didn't you?" He shook his head and kept walking at your side. Keeping the barrel pointed at your waist.

The two of you made it to medical. "Now do whatever you have to and no more."

"Mental... Degradation..? n-No, but... It doesn't feel right sharing a name with her." Dorothy shook her head slightly as she explained, following the man's lead as quietly as she could. "I'd rename myself, but... I'm bad at naming. Hence why the terrible person gets the terrible name, I guess?" She forced herself to breathe deeply and calm down, managing to keep herself from being a stuttering mess for longer.

"...Jeez. Poor guys..." She sighed and furrowed her brows as she learned of the Jasons' fates. "I wish I could help them. But, h-hey, I guess that explains why I really don't like looking at the first Dorothy? I... should probably avoid her more, now, though." She shuttered as she moved along, grimacing slightly. "The Jasons'... They won't listen to reason, would they? I thought I made it clear over the PA that I'm not... her. I guess it could be that she's worse than I know of? i-If so, please don't fill me in."

"Don't worry, I don't intend on making any more clones," She explained quietly as she moved through the halls, occasionally glancing back at the man, and his weapon. "I'd maybe consider if if everyone else was dead- I, um... Being alone isn't something I like at all- but even then, I have no idea how to do that, and it really... It's starting to feel more and more wrong." With a glance away, she tensed her jaw; she felt bad about admitting her lack of knowledge; as if she was letting someone down.

"...You mean, the first-first one? The not-clone? Or, the body I found by command?" Dorothy blinked, trying to decide which one he meant. "...Sorry for asking about so much. I have some memories from the first Dorothy- do you mind if I call her prime? Just, um, for my sanity- but not all. Just enough to not get lost too easy, to remember some names and roughly what everyone was supposed to do... And to remember how crazy she was about her work." She tried not to lead on about how she remembered bits of the beginning of the mission, or how those memories only served to make her feel bad about everything. "I, um, I guess she did have her own goals, though. I mean, I'd assume so."

Nervously, she took a deep breath as she entered the medical bay once more. She approached the medical terminal. "Ok, so, um, while I try to get this thing going, can you explain what happened? There's laser holes and blood everywhere and your chip is in command and-" She caught herself speeding through her words again, and paused. "Um, Everything's really confusing. I just woke up... It feels like forever, but it's probably closer to an hour or less ago. The blood everywhere and the two bodies I found really... set me on edge, and I'd like to know what happened?" She glanced to him, before mustering all her focus into recalling how to work the machine, to help Chris.