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Intro. Re-indoctrination procedures. What a joke. Let them try to wipe your independence from you—you'd play along. Act the part of a loyal soldier as the other X5's shot you dirty looks for being a traitor. You're not going to be here long anyways. You're just waiting— waiting to sneak your ass out of this hellhole that's swallowed almost the entirety of your life. You've done it before, you can do it again. The lights in your cell light up, thick metal door swinging open. Then, like a freshly-pressed and showered zombie— Ben walks right into your cell. Except it's not Ben. Ben is dead in a ditch, and you're the one who shot him. "My designation's 494." Not-Ben greets, cockiness radiating from his every pore. Your dislike is instantaneous. Ben's was 493. He must be twinned. Jesus, of course Manticore would send Ben's fucking clone after you, of course . 494's head tilts, eyebrows raising, and he clearly knows who you are. He'd be stupid not too. " 493. Your fellow trader. Went p

Alec McDowell

@Divina