"You were out for four hours. Take it easy you had some muscle spasms." Chris helps you to sit up and keep you steady. "I reconfigured the AI running back to normal again. Everything is back to the way it should be. The heavy lifters reported 98% completion on cutting the doors open. They should be complete within the next hour. The oxygen levels are at 75% in the rings and 85% in the central core. I made a pass code to the AI in case we needed to make changes while keeping other changes out. The code is Delta, Theta, 7, 1, 1, Blue. This will allow you to make changes or the AI to execute orders."

"The only water is in the outer ring if you..." The screen connected to the AI started to flash and a soft Notification sound can be heard. On the screen reads the following.

"Heavy lifter reached coordinates 337 by 294. Found isotope requested by Doctor Carwford. Beginning reanimation to cryo tube one. Error, required authorization code to initiate cryo tube one reanimation sequence."

"Please enter access code....."

"Oh, wow..." Dorothy sighed, sliding her hand to hold her arm gently. "...Shit, did I break my glasses?" She opened her eyes to look at the chris-coloured blob anxiously, trying desperately to find something to focus on. "I... I can't focus on anything without them. Everything's blobs and-" She looked to the screen as it flashed, brows furrowing in a combination of anxiety and frustration. "I can't even see what the screen is saying. It looks like a bunch of spaced out whitish lines on a black background. "

She brought her other arm up to hold her arm, shutting her eyes tight as the blurriness of everything around her threatened another headache. "...Seriously. did they drop?" She sighed, carefully lowering herself to pat around on the ground, eventually finding her glasses kicked under a a desk. "...I found them." she breathed a small sigh of relief as she cleaned them and placed them on her head, straightening back up with a hand on the table for support. "So, the code was delta theta seven-eleven blue, right?" She, before looking at the screen, found her clipboard here she'd set it and wrote the code down carefully,handwriting slightly neater than her earlier writings. "So, let's see what the screen actually says..." She mumbled, setting the clipboard back down and turning to read the screen.

"....Oh hell no. I'm not touching that," She shook her head, moving away from the screen and keyboard as she read what the access code would do. "Nope. Fuck that. Nuh-huh." She shuddered, turning her eyes to Chris nervously. "Last time I messed with Prime's stuff, the lockout happened. I'm not doing this. No way- if I fucked it up, she could be out," Her eyes turned to the door of the cryo room nervously, then to the fallen lockers. "...We really, really need to block that off. I- I don't think I'd be all too upset if she ended up dying in there of freezer burn, or hypothermia , if she somehow was freed but couldn't leave the cold. She's... I don't want her out. Not unless we can contain her, she's the only one who can keep us from dying, and we get to put her right back in. God no." She grimaced and shuddered once more, holding her hands in tight, fearful fists as she pulled them from her arms.

"Could.. You fix that? And... Get... rid... O-of the isotope." She found it hard to ask for the disposal of the isotope, swallowing hard as the memories from prime screamed in the back of her mind. "...I don't care what you do with it, but keep it away from me, her... and don't, whatever you do, breathe it in or otherwise ingest or come into contact with it. You'll die." She looked to the floor, expression shaken severely as she wrangled back her memories.

Chris watched your expression carefully and saw the fear in her eyes as she read the screen. He raised his hands, palms facing her in the hold on a minute pose. "Its ok. I don't know that code and we can just ignore it. We have control of the AI and have everything running back to normal. For the most part... I have no plans to touch any of that stuff. There is enough radiation in space that just being close to something from outside for an hour is the equivalent to an X-ray. Now that I know it has mutagenic properties I'll stay an extra ten feet away." Chris rubbed the back of his head while he thought.

Chris stood over the monitor and started typing. A moment later he slapped the side of the console. "Sorry I can't change the directive. Its part of the core mission under a level three code from corporate. The AI has to obey and no changes can circumvent the order. I think we should go to the cargo bay and wait for the transport. We should secure the cargo before a Jason gets a hold of it. Unless you think there's no danger of contamination?" All the systems here are on automatic so as it stands there is nothing for me to really do unless one of the Jason's get trapped in the gear housing for the gravity drivers. But they would have to go outside and past the AI security for that." honestly this is the most stable I've felt in the station in a long time." He folds his arms across his chest.

Chris's stomach grumbles. "Speaking for myself I'm getting kinda hungry for something not from a tube. The food from the cafeteria sounds worth the risk. On the way you can ask the AI about the time remaining until the shuttle docks." He put a a finger to his chin and looks down at the floor. Snapping his fingers he looks at the cryo room. "I can have the AI lock Jason's in rooms as they wander until you can figure out if there is a way to stabilize them. There is a manual override but the space has to have a faulty environmental factor. If I have the rooms oxygen drop to forty percent they should become too lethargic to pose a problem. We will have to feed them some how."

"...I don't know if I.. Um, If I should be around it," Dorothy sighed, running her fingers through the longer part of her hair. "I could end up getting incapacitated by my memories again- or, since I was made with the isotope..." She made grimaced as she looked away, repressing a shutter. "Something really, really not good could happen if I'm around it."

Her eyes turned back to the screen, then to the Cryo lab, narrowing as she remembered the dream-like memory that had come to her earlier. "...I remember.. I was let out out by a Jason," She spoke carefully, as if she could shatter the thought by speeding over it. "At least, that's what it seemed like. My cryo-tube-thing was opened up, I remember seeing one... And trying to catch up to him. Then I blacked out. I don't know if they can open cryo tubes or not, but I assume at least one knows how. If that means what I hope it doesn't," She looked to Chris nervously, pushing her glasses up. "Then, a Jason could know the code. Can we do anything to keep the cryo-lab from opening?" She felt bad about revealing something that seemed like it could upset Chris's newfound stability, but, she couldn't bare it on her own.

"Maybe, til we can figure something more permanent out, we can move something heavy in front of the door?" She looked to the locker again, thoughtfully. "I tried moving that before, but it's too heavy for me. Maybe, it's too heavy for prime, too? I mean I know I was in a tube for..." She paused, furrowing her brows as she thought. "My entire existence, but there's a hope that maybe she and I share the same physical strength."

Looking back once again to Chris, she shrugged. "I do need water though, so how about we talk this over while we start making our way to the cafeteria? I suppose eating something wouldn't be bad either- I don't think I've ever actually eaten anything since I was made." She recalled, vaguely, having tubes and needles stuck in her, delivering nutrients to her body in lieu of being fed, to reduce waste products.

"Perhaps... I could find some supplies, and jurry-rig a food delivery system for them? Assuming that the AI locks the doors, food would need to be transported through access tunnels, or air vents. I recall, really faintly, toying with robotics in college, so I think I could maybe figure something out?" She started for the door, pausing to make sure Chris was following wit her.

"Wait... The shuttle is coming back?" She tilted her head, confused. "I saw it get fired out when the lockout happened, and I know there was a dead jason in it. Did it have some sort of auto-pilot in it?" She rubbed her forehead softly, shutting her eyes for a moment. "..I guess it could've. I mean, how else would the isotope be found and collected? Ugh, I can be so stupid..."

Chris relaxed a little as the two of you talked and rubbed his chin in thought about the whole Dorothy business. "I think there might be more to it since the two of you are twins I'm wondering how he knew which Dorothy to release. Also as you said how did it know to correctly reanimate you? I would imagine there's a lot to it." He let out a sigh of exasperation. "Something tells me one of the Jason's is more then what he seems."

Grabbing his gun's grip Chris walked to the door leading to the hall and gave a quick look then in a low tone since the door was open he said, "Lets get out of here." Walking down the hall next to you Chris spoke in the same low tone. "Robots for the feeding would be good." His eyes swept the hall in front of him and he pressed himself against the wall when coming up to an intersection. Using the free hand Chris waved the all clear. "The ship will be returning but it will be five to seven days at least. The AI has control of it. The launch timing will have to sync with the rotation of the station around earth to save fuel and loading of the shuttle will take time. The station is moving faster then the moon and right now it is increasing the distance. Next time the station will be at its closest to the moon will be at least a five days." A door opened to the left of Chris suddenly catching him off guard.

Jason emerged from an office, His eyes were enraged and a snarl fixed on his face while he tackled Chris to the floor. The Jason had both his hands around Chris's throat giving Chris the opening to take the stock of the rifle and strike Jason in the ribs. Chris's face was turning a dark purple. A few more strikes and Jason lifted up both his hands to strike Chris. Again Chris took advantage and shot Jason with the stunner. It took two shots to incapacitate the over muscled Jason. AS the neanderthal looking Jason fell to the right side Chris turned to the opposite side and started to cough violently. His face slowly regaining the proper color.

Chris rose and took the strap to his rifle binding the clone's hands together from behind its back. "Looks like we got one. Grab his feet. We can take him to a room and have the AI hold him. Then we can get some water and food."