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She stared at her clone for a full thirty seconds before Mae opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Where am I? How long have I been here? More concerningly, the clone. 

Clone was a word known only to Mae from sci-fi movies her brother watched when they were kids. The type of word that doesn't seem real until you're face-to-face with... well, yourself.

The clone hovered over to a small sink in the corner of the room by the window, hovered as though walking was so effortless to her. She rinsed a small wash cloth under the stream of water from the tap, wrung it out and moments later was laying it on Mae's forehead. 

The cooling sensation was a huge relief to Mae who didn't even realise she must have had a temperature. Forgetting for a split second the strangeness of her surroundings and company, she shut her eyes and let the coolness of the washcloth put her at ease. But then her body jerked. Like when you've nearly fallen asleep but have that uncontrollable shock that no one seems to be able to explain and she woke suddenly. Had she fallen asleep? 

The clone stared down at her, almost curiously. However the clone wasn't too curious. This was normal. Eam was trained for this. She studied for months preparing for this moment. Classes about what might happen if your Other doesn't wake up. Lessons on how to restrain them and ensure they trust you. 

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