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"Welcome aboard, CHZ-038" the faceless scientist said behind the anonymity of her helmet to the clone, stunned and perplexed for her terrifying first moments of conscience as she was suddenly woke up in the warm, cozy liquid of her Maturation and Conditioning Chamber, only then for it to be drained and open.

Confused, coughing out of her lungs the green, slimey liquid as she breathed her first mouthful of hair, she was told by a mechanical voice to stand up and walk out of the tube, into a plataform where dozens -if not hundreds- of women identical to her in all sense where in the same situation -leaving the tubes that had been her whole existence: between the slimey, goo-covered identical women hurried men and women covered in heavy suits with helmets covering their faces, doing the first recognition that the animation process was going smoothly. 

Then, the mechanical voice ordered the confused women to form a file and walk orderly, to proceed to individual physical and psychological evaluation, going in order they had in their tubes.

While they knew what was happening, and who -and what- they where, CHZ-038 still grasped to understand all. She had all the knowledge of the Accelerated Maturation and Conditioning Chamber: she knew how to speak, yet she had never said a word, and she knew she was a corporate clone of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals -an aFra-, knowing what was going to be her work -Agriculturist, Hydroponic Deck of the ZIL-378 Orbital Laboratory: neat!- and how she was going to do it -along with all the corporate regulations...

Yet all of this knowledge seemed unreal, as for the first time she was feeling with her own feet, touching with her own hands, seeing with her own eyes and hearing with her own ears

"CHZ-038"

-Oh yeah! Hearing!-

"Yes Ma'am?" she said, surprised out to hear for the first time her voice. Strange. She thought, her voice didn't sounded like the one of her clone sisters of her same series and model -the CHZ A1 Civilian Jako clones-.  

"Please step into the scanner" the Azimuth Pharmaceuticals Scientists said. Obediently, CHZ-038 did as told. She knew what they were doing -checking for any anomality, any problem or flaw.

That would be the first time she had fear. What if she was flawed? Oh noes! Would they take her dream job as a Hydroponic Deck Agriculturist of an Orbital Laboratory away? All she want in her life is to work for Azimuth Pharmaceuticals, the wonderful company who created her!

"Alright, everything in order." finally the scientist said -much for CHZ-038 relief. "Welcome aboard, Lysbeth Graph"

"...Lysbeth Graph?" CHZ-038 asked. 

The woman behind her heavy helmet nodded. "That's the randomly generated computer name for you... now, go down that aisle: you have to shower to take off that green slime, and receive your AZPHAR uniform!"

Oh! Her uniform! She smiled, knowing from her conditioning that the aFra uniform -a blue leotard, white garterstocks and gloves, along with hardboots- where her very dignified and fashionable uniform!

Oh, it was going to be great to be an aFra!