She looked around for her Master...there seemed to be no one around in the empty Clone Tank Room. Her genetic programming moved to its secondary mode, and she looked around for her Mistress.
There was still no one there.
Her genetic programming switched to 'Self Preservation' mode. She stepped gingerly out of her broken incubator, and looked around at the remains of the clone room. Something was wrong.
SC639 pushed her long blonde hair out of her face and extended one shapely leg to step over a piece of destroyed equipment. It seemed all the computers were offline. The only sign of life was the dim, blue emergency light and the red "damage" indicator flashing on one computer bank.
The ship smelled funny.
SC639 tiptoed to the door and looked at the control panel. The last time she had been used by Master, he had shown her how to open and close the doors.
She pushed the button that opened the door. Nothing happened.
She looked around some more.
Finally, she began to think. It wasn't the most pleasant activity she knew, and it certainly wasn't something she had been expressly designed for, but her IQ was fairly high, available when necessary.
Slowly, she went to the maintenace cabinet and took out some tools.
She used the tools awkwardly.....her feminine mannerisms and behavior patterns wer enot suited to this kind of labor. But she learned fast and ovecame her innate 'girlyness'. In a few seconds, the door swished open.
It was dark in the corridor, only the emergency lights were on. The floor was tilted at an odd angle.
SC639 reached into the utility cabinet and removed a small laser weapon. She had never done this before, nor had she been trained or genetically programmed to ever use weapons.
She didn't really know why she took the laser, but she did.
She tiptoed out of the clone room and padded silently down the corridor, her deep blue eyes searching for any sign of a Master or Mistress.
Rounding a corner, she gasped in shock!
Mon Jan 7 18:37:53 2002