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"They can be real jerks sometimes, can't they?" she mumbled, then chuckled to herself bitterly- whether at the lingering echoes of the argument or at the fact that she was talking to a practically dead-to-the-world growing specimen in a tub of jelly that wasn't going to make it to even a fraction of maturity. And a part of her still hated that, hated these experiments despite how intriguing and groundbreaking they were, despite how she loved Cassie and despite how exciting the whole thing was. Or rather... it was the beginning stages. Keeping things alive tended to be so... so... fiddly. There was a reason Harper preferred to work with robotics. At the very least, it wouldn't leave her talking to her projects whenever she's in a gloomy mood. She's not crazy enough to talk to machines just yet.
Number Eight
