"We burnt his corpse... He's long gone, died protecting Tara a few years back. I'm a clone of his clone and therefore I don't expect to live much longer, by the time the tech came to be I would be dust in the wind and my descendant would hopefully have been created."
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"Well then, I guess we are going to have to go with plan B."-Silver
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"I think i know where this is going..."
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"Well then, I'll see what species you are compatible with."-Silver *he walks down the hall to the Medbay
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"Oh god no..."
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"Oh god..."