(Oh, oh, oh, a new month! A new month with double monthly votes!! Comrades, hurry up and vote! These really do expire—though, how long does the double-vote period last this month again...)
After a moment of silence in the Command Hall below the bridge, the commanders returned to their tense battlefield coordination, while the silence on the Officer Platform continued.
Sandora looked around, then faced me with a grave expression. "A Jun, something's not right. This clone... I have a feeling she may be different from what we previously guessed. She must have acquired more than just part of your power."
"She knows a great deal about Earth—ancient human writing and modern history. I even suspect she knows us all very well. This teasing tone is the most suitable way to communicate with us," said Archbishop Lilina, who was standing on a chair atop a huge stack of books just to barely keep herself at everyone else's height. Gifted at analyzing human psychology and sensing the mental tendencies of all living beings, she continued, "She is using a manner of speaking that can subtly lower our guard and increase our sense of identification with her. But I can't be sure whether her thought patterns meet human standards, so I can't draw a conclusion yet."
"There's another possibility." My sister gave everyone a worried look. "This clone may have A Jun's memories... She knows everyone present and knows exactly what to say in each situation."
A chill ran down my back. Miss Lin was clutching her forehead and groaning. She had probably accidentally "seen" that clone again.
"All right. If that's really the case, I wouldn't mind using violence." Sandora flexed her wrists, her tone extremely hostile even as her face remained icy. "If she really stole A Jun's memories."
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