"W-w-w-well....Arina," her manager stammered "It um would appear that since the explosion that your clone is um... unaccounted for,"
The actress was trying to keep a lid on her anger, losing herself in such a way was an undignified show of weakness. However she was not succeeding and eventually shouted as loudly as her tired vocal cords would allow 'unaccounted for! well where is it, why aren't you doing anything i thought i paid you to keep track of everything! I swear to the heavens if it is not found...' her manager covered his ears until the actress stopped screeching all manner of profanity at him.
the doctor had wisely started for the door. only the sturdiest of souls could put up with the actress on a good day. this was not a good day. When her tirade eventually drew to a close he informed her that the law enforcement had been notified and yes he would make sure her property was returned ASAP.
She grabbed her manager by his shirt popping some of the stitching. 'well that's not good enough Hector, I want it found and I want it found now!' the actress hissed releasing the fabric and pushing her manager away from her. she refused to be surrounded by his incompetence.
when he eventually left her Arina's thoughts were occupied by where her clone could be and what was happening to it.
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Nina looked down at their guest who had fallen asleep almost immediately. She hadn't even pulled the coves around herself and the way her legs curled inwardly to her stomach, her thumb lingering on the edge of her lips like an infant, their guest looked unbelievably innocent.
Careful to not wake her, Nina stepped out into the second story hallway and activated the house's sole interface panel; any and all information inputted was sent directly to the main hub. The night patrol's heat sensors would pick up and report the extra body in the house unless she registered their guest as a visitor. (It was mainly used to catch fugitives hiding out but also to keep tabs on the population)
Pulling up the appropriate form with some complex button pushing on the panel Nina put in as much info as she could
Visitor
Name: unknown
Age: unknown
Gender: female
Occupation: unknown
Requester
Person(s) making request: Ninaré Mcnair
Residence guest will be occupying: 563 Claymont Ave.
Duration of visit: 5 months - 1 year
Reason for visit:
Nina hesitated. What was a good reason for her staying? She couldn't exactly say she was a kidnapped clone being held here until they could get some information.
It took a few minutes before she settled on: Medical.
Typing it with practiced speed into the panel a flashing red notification dominated the screen immediately after: REQUIRES ADDITIONAL NOTES (qualified physician only). It stated.
Nina swiped her hand over a hatch in the panel. A guttural choking sound was being emitted from the ancient machine as gear after gear grinded together at a painstaking rate. Nina let loose a small whoop of happiness when a needle thin microphone eventually sprang from the opened hatch.
'Please name the qualified physician' the monotone male's voice requested. Nina leaned forward so it would pick up her words.
'Ninaré Mcnair, 9th division field medic,' she spoke making sure to enunciate each syllable
'Voice match for Ninaré Mcnair commencing,' Nina had to wait as the information was slowly and meticulously processed. It would eventually be bounced back to the machine.
'Voice match confirmed,' it stated 'Ninaré Mcnair daughter to Frinn and Lisbeth Mcnair, 23 years of age, 6 years of medical study, further 3 years in the field treating battle wounds, license valid until 20/ 08/4035-'
The machine rattled off her whole life history in disjointed chunks eventually asking for a blood sample for further confirmation of identity.
She pricked her finger on the needle provided, only after that was she allowed to add her notes. The process was horribly long and time consuming (not that having the oldest interface model in existence helped things) but Nina pushed on putting on her "professional voice" and calling up as much vocabulary as she could recall.
'Patient is a Jane Doe, showed apparent signs of muteness whilst having no knowledge of any other form of communication. Approximately 19 - 23 years of age and has suffered numerous injuries to the legs and torso including Stab wounds to the lower chest area, suspected spinal damage. May require intense physical therapy of up to a year,'
Nina basically blagged the last bit. Aside from the finger there was nothing physically wrong with her. However they only let visitors stay longer than a week if it's recommended so she'd had to be a tad creative.
Sending the finished request to the main hub all Nina had to do now was wait. The verdict would be delivered in an hour or so if she was lucky. Sometimes it was longer. What would she do with the clone though? She genuinely didn't seem to know a single form of communication.
Then an idea struck her. Bright and glittering across her mind.
Yes it was brilliant! If their guest couldn't communicate Nina would just have to teach her.
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