Worlds Apart
The woman looks at you and gives a sigh. "I thought you and the others would be more intelligent than this," she says, almost to herself. She watches you, her face carefully expressionless. "I am the original. The DNA for the creation of you and the other clones came from me."
You know, of course, that you and the others had to come from someone. You had, in fact, noticed the identical appearance of the woman to you and the others - you just weren't quite sure what to believe.
"I dislike being the bearer of bad news, but in this case, I believe this is necessary," the woman says, a little harshly.
"Are you sure about this?" the Guardian interrupts. "Dash33 might not be able to handle what you're about to tell her."
The woman turns to the Guardian, narrowing her eyes slightly. She then turns back to you. "Does he have to be here?" she asks. "He's just going to complicate matters."
"I'm Dash33's Guardian," the Guardian says before you can speak. "Only she is allowed to tell me to leave."
You know, of course, that you and the others had to come from someone. You had, in fact, noticed the identical appearance of the woman to you and the others - you just weren't quite sure what to believe.
"I dislike being the bearer of bad news, but in this case, I believe this is necessary," the woman says, a little harshly.
"Are you sure about this?" the Guardian interrupts. "Dash33 might not be able to handle what you're about to tell her."
The woman turns to the Guardian, narrowing her eyes slightly. She then turns back to you. "Does he have to be here?" she asks. "He's just going to complicate matters."
"I'm Dash33's Guardian," the Guardian says before you can speak. "Only she is allowed to tell me to leave."