Bonesaw- Re-Sequencing Clone Behavior

“Hm,” the copy grunted.

Another programmed response, and not one Riley would have been so happy with.  She would have made a comment about how that could be solved with the right injection or extra-urethral attachment.

After a moment’s consideration, she thought up a good formula.  First, an encoded protein sequence that would become the right speech pattern…

A bubble floated from the bottom of the parasite gun’s housing to the top.

Then one for the spider box.

No, two for the spider box, now that she thought about it.  Which one was this box?  The brain had come from a close relative of the cat.  She adjusted accordingly.

She beckoned for her spider box to come nearer, pulled it down into her lap, and then gave it one sequence, before inserting another into the syringe it walked on.

It scurried away from her, over to her copy, then gave the other Riley an injection.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked.

“Hmm,” the copy responded absently.  An automatic response.  She absorbed the protein chain, moved her head around a bit, then spoke, “Your friend there is going to need to stand very, very still.  I don’t mind if he wets himself.”

Good.  The protein sequence had worked.

“Uh.”

“Stand very, very still.  I don’t mind if you wet yourself, but you might.”

Riley rolled her head back, annoyed.  Clumsily handled.

- Ward, Infrared 19.z