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: So, what's a woman like you doing on the market anyways? Julia White
: What kind of woman would that be? David
: Let's face it. You're brilliant, you're intelligent, you're gorgeous. Julia White
] Nice save.
: Well, I can pretend to be like everyone else, but let's face it, I'm a clone with the memories of a dead woman. Everything I have, or like, or even remember, isn't really mine. Bethany Montrose
: Well, you got us. Laura Lucas
: For what that's worth. Hey, come on. Three attractive ladies, sitting at home bitching on a Sunday night, not a man in sight. Bethany Montrose
: If someone is only alive because another person died, how should they feel about that? Priest
: How do you feel about it? Julia White
: I should feel guilty, I guess. But I don't. It's like I'm living someone else's life. I, I don't know who I am. I'm the carbon copy of a dead woman, inside and out. Priest
: I'm afraid I don't understand. Julia White
: The reason I'm here, what I wanted to ask you is... Father, do you think clones have souls?
: I saw her once, you know. The girl Adrian was... Julia White
: You saw her? What did she look like? Bethany Montrose
: Naked. Julia White
: Ouch. So, you actually caught... Sorry. No wonder you have nightmares. Bethany Montrose
: We never even really talked about it. Most women would've screamed or yelled. I should've at least thrown something. That's what women do in these situations. Right? Julia White
: I don't know. Last time I argued with my husband, he threw me down a flight of stairs and killed me. Bethany Montrose
] Yeah, I should've done that to him.
] Memories are tricky things. Sometimes they're real and sometimes they're imagined. I remember being in a dark claustrophobic place; somewhere cold. I try to move my arms, but they're numb. I hear machinery whining in the background and sometimes I can feel someone watching me. I don't know how I got here, and every time I try to remember, it only comes in small pieces, fractured, like broken glass. My name is Stephanie, that much I'm sure of. Stephanie White. And I think I might've died.