The Writer's Café

Irin walks in, a small stream of blood trickleing down her leg. She grips the hilt of her sword, and her eyes seem to be empty and uncomprehending as if they were staring at nothing. She drops the bag she was carrying on her shoulder by the door, and trudges to the kitchen without a word.
 
"Here the best I can determine:
1. I retrieve sample
2. Sample analyzed
3. A scientist perfectly memorized it for some reason
4. Data re-entered afterwards
5. Clone created
Suspicious isn't it? At least it worked." Star explains.
 
Starwars6374 said:
"Here the best I can determine:
1. I retrieve sample
2. Sample analyzed
3. A scientist perfectly memorized it for some reason
4. Data re-entered afterwards
5. Clone created
Suspicious isn't it? At least it worked." Star explains.
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WAT?? thinks Reg. THAT SCIENTIST IS CREEPY.

The clone bursts into flames.
"Sorry, but clones are creepy," says Reg.
 
Irin doesn't notice her leg healing. She opens a door that wasn't there before, revealing stairs. She climbs them, and returns a few minutes later, then sits behind the counter, her eyes still empty.
 
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