#3 did not like working in the inventory room. The two middle-eastern guys seemed so cold to him. He suspected there were racial motivations, but could not really tell. They didn’t speak a foreign language when he was around, but he suspected they might be talking in code. Isopropanol might just be a euphemism for that Henry guy we don’t like. He wished he could trade places with #2 on occasion. He wanted to sit in the nice chair and hang out with Jonah, who was always really nice.
As it was, he spent his evenings in the dorm, under observation. At least they let him watch the news. He really like the weathergirl, and wished he could meet her.
He also wanted to call his mother. Well, not his mother, the original’s mother, but he’d still like to talk to her. She always had a way of making him feel better. He wondered, if something were to happen to her, would the company let them all go to the funeral? After all, they all had just as close of a bond to her as the original.
#2 made him nervous. He seemed a bit edgier than the rest, a bit more agitated. Even though he loved to tell him how wonderful it is working in the accounting department, he never seemed quite as content as he could be. #3 assumed it was because he was the first, and that there might have been issues with the first clone. Issues that they seemed to have fixed with him.
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