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“I don’t know.” Cosima’s panic was beginning to leak onto her face. “Uh…” Not sure which avenue of enquiries to pursue, she paused. “Uh… Where are you at with your monitor? Did you sort it?” She asked, desperately running through their options. She had told Alison at the time that she could sign it, but she had had no idea the extent of their creators’ hold over them. “Oh God, this is all my fault!” She moaned, putting her head in her hands.

”Am I going to die…?” Alison asked in a soft whimper, her lower lip pushing out.

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"No... No, that's like, the least likely thing they'll do." Relieved to be giving at least some good news, Cosima straightened back up.

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”Oh, come on, you can’t expect me to believe that. Freedom? Yeah, right!” Cosima scoffed. “How can I trust anything you say?”

”Cosima—We can lift you from your monitor, or are you scared to loose Delphine? Hmm—?”

"W-what?" She stammered in disbelief. How could they know about that? Delphine told them about the first time, she was pretty sure of that, but how much more did they know? "How do you know about that?" Cosima demanded loudly.

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“I’ve already had the spiel from Leekie— ‘Free to study your biology, blah blah blah’” She parodied Leekie’s speech to her in the car. Keeping quiet about Delphine was probably a good idea, she didn’t know what they knew. Leaning forward on the table on her elbows, she looked into Rachel’s eyes, hereyes. “So what’s the catch?”

”Catch?” Rachel looked up from her work, “There is no catch—and what Leekie was presenting you with was acceptance into DYAD, but I’m presenting you with is Freedom.”

"Oh, come on, you can't expect me to believe that. Freedom? Yeah, right!" Cosima scoffed. "How can I trust anything you say?"

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“I wish I could say I was.” She said sincerely, yet staring off somewhere into the middle distance. Shaking her head, as if to rid herself of unwanted thoughts, she addressed Alison again. “I honestly have no idea what they’re going to do. I mean, it’s unlikely they’ll lift the monitors, they don’t wanna risk anything, and, with the patent, they could probably claim you anyway, without this contract, so,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. It could be anything. Did you read it? What did say?” Running her hands through her dreads again, she began to question Alison. “Leekie gave me a contract for the Dyad Institute, so I’m assuming he gave you something different.”

”Cosima—What’s going to happen to me?” The tears in the soccer mom’s eyes were on the brink of over flowing, “I actually didn’t, Damn—Jesus,” she glanced away before taking another drink from her wine glass, “—God, Alison you idiot,” she kept repeating to herself.

"I don't know." Cosima's panic was beginning to leak onto her face. "Uh..." Not sure which avenue of enquiries to pursue, she paused. "Uh... Where are you at with your monitor? Did you sort it?" She asked, desperately running through their options. She had told Alison at the time that she could sign it, but she had had no idea the extent of their creators' hold over them. "Oh God, this is all my fault!" She moaned, putting her head in her hands.

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“Sarah, I’m sorry…

But to be given to the opportunity to look at your own biology… What makes you you…

It’s amazing”

dirtylittlecopycop

“Cos, I already know, what makes me me, but if you insist. By all means, ‘ave at it.”

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"No, no... there were something else I was gonna ask you...

--Oh yeah!-- Have got any closer to finding Kira? Has anyone contacted you?"

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Cosima sat down slowly, almost cautiously, never taking her eyes off the ‘proclone’, as Sarah called her. “What do you want?” She asked warily, carefully measuring out her words. A clear head was vital here, she didn’t want to lose her cool.

”I want to come to terms, I need to get a signature from you and you’ll be lifted from your monitor, and free to live your life,” Rachel recited as her attention darted from her laptop to the stack of papers on her desk.

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"I've already had the spiel from Leekie-- 'Free to study your biology, blah blah blah'" She parodied Leekie's speech to her in the car. Keeping quiet about Delphine was probably a good idea, she didn't know what they knew. Leaning forward on the table on her elbows, she looked into Rachel's eyes, her eyes. "So what's the catch?"

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“Shit!” Cosima exclaimed, running her hand through her dreads. “Shit, shit, shit…” She continued muttering under her breath. “You can’t trust them… Everything they say… About freedom, about peace, whatever —It’s all lies.” Exhaling heavily, she collapsed down onto a chair. A cough wracked her upper body, but she pulled out a tissue just in time to watch the blood spatter weakly into it. “I don’t know what to do.” She said, leaning back in her chair, barely managing to keep the panic off her face.

”Oh my god, Cosima, I didn’t know. I swear,” covering her mouth out of pure shock and fear as her mind jumped from all of the worst case scenarios, “—I just wanted to ‘know’ that my family will be safe—Oh god,” she took a few deep breaths in before retreating to her liquor cabinet, pulling out a wine glass along with some white whine, pouring herself a glass, swirling it around the cup before she took a drink—she really needed something stronger but for the moment being that would have to work for her, “—Cos, Please tell me you’re just joking, haha, Very funny.”

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"I wish I could say I was." She said sincerely, yet staring off somewhere into the middle distance. Shaking her head, as if to rid herself of unwanted thoughts, she addressed Alison again. "I honestly have no idea what they're going to do. I mean, it's unlikely they'll lift the monitors, they don't wanna risk anything, and, with the patent, they could probably claim you anyway, without this contract, so," she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. It could be anything. Did you read it? What did say?" Running her hands through her dreads again, she began to question Alison. "Leekie gave me a contract for the Dyad Institute, so I'm assuming he gave you something different."

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“Sarah… How much do they know?”

”They know about Beth. The real Beth. And they know about Katja. And about Sarah Manning.”

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"So... they don't know about the whole clone thing?"

#punkrockclone

I was clever when I was like, six.

Cosima Niehaus fuckin owning it (via dellphine)

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“Cosima, how nice of you to join us, please take a seat,” the proclone said not even looking up from her laptop.

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Cosima sat down slowly, almost cautiously, never taking her eyes off the 'proclone', as Sarah called her. "What do you want?" She asked warily, carefully measuring out her words. A clear head was vital here, she didn't want to lose her cool.

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”I went to see Art. I know, I know I shouldn’t have. But they haven’t seen Kira.”

"Sarah... How much do they know?"

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”Cosima… I might’ve signed the contract—” Alison, both internally and externally was freaking out, “I have no idea what it said and I signed it. I have Sarah screaming in one of my ears, and—”

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"Shit!" Cosima exclaimed, running her hand through her dreads. "Shit, shit, shit..." She continued muttering under her breath. "You can't trust them... Everything they say... About freedom, about peace, whatever --It's all lies." Exhaling heavily, she collapsed down onto a chair. A cough wracked her upper body, but she pulled out a tissue just in time to watch the blood spatter weakly into it. "I don't know what to do." She said, leaning back in her chair, barely managing to keep the panic off her face.

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❝Dude… What happened?❞

❝Clones, Cosima. Clones happened. I was normal, okay? I had a nice, normal life, and I didn’t put hot glue on my husband’s chest, and my best friends didn’t spy on me, and I didn’t have other versions of me pretending to be other versions of the other versions of me, and — I was normal!❞