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This isn’t happening. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING. But once glance at the ANDROID beside her in the passenger’s seat ensures that it is, it is. The artificial creature is familiar; GOD, how COULD HE? Long, dark hair; large dark eyes. Too - pale skin, with too - small hands decked in a familiar KaneCo uniform. She clenches her jaw to keep from screaming and directs her eyes back to the road before he. IS DAD REPLACING ME? Why ELSE would she have found a robot that looks EXACTLY LIKE HER in the lab while snooping for information? She supposes it makes sense; he has no other heir, and if she’s killed --- her hands tighten on the wheel. That’s no excuse not to TELL her! Is she so easily replaceable --- ?? She tries to keep her voice steady as 9 Lives pulls to a stop, but then cannot meet the gaze of her double. Not yet. What is she going to tell the guys --- ? Nevertheless, she is sure to keep the ANGER from her timbre. It’s not this android’s fault, and Julie will NOT take her anger out on this helpless AI { much as the thought appeals to her }. “Are --- uh. This is --- Motorcity. Do you --- know anything about this place?”