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#0001 is the first clone, its name has already said it.
Though, since it was the first, it has too many errors.
It was intelligent, so intelligent that it constantly realized it was just a clone. It was flawless to the point where no escape room could ever entertain it. Everything about it was predictable, it spoke and behaved like something unmistakably non-human. It made no mistakes, if it fully understood the consequences, it would never dare take advantage of anything. Its emotions were numb, though its creator designed it to acknowledge emotions, it couldn't name a single one. It was perfect, so much to the point that it looked mediocre.
But hey, even if it is not able to show up in video clips, it can still be a productive assistant.
#0001 doesn't mind being unable to be seen by the viewers, it is still useful to its creator at some point. It helped him gather scraps, organize components, assemble bodies, write code, and occasionally dispose of the other clones. That's what it could at least do, and without any complaints of course.
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"Based on the data I can retrieve from the monitor, #1108’s chip remains stable and intact,” Evilfies said, holding an A4 sheet filled with text. He then rested his chin on one arm, letting the paper slip onto the table.
"The body was badly damaged, nearly unrecognizable, but I believe the chip was still somewhere nearby.” His voice remained flat, a faint smile slowly forming as he looked at the clone standing in front of him.
"No despawn?" asked #0001.
"Not like it was an actual human." Evilfies scoffed absentmindedly, "More like a walking block." he added.
Something in #0001 twitched, for reasons it couldn’t identify. Its creator spoke as though the clone before him bore no resemblance to #1108 at all. Still, its face remained expressionless.
“I have a commission for you.” Evilfies rested his chin on his clasped hands, his unwavering gaze fixed on #0001 in a way that made it freeze in place
"Join the Unstable SMP and find #1108's chip."
Its creator smiled in a satisfactory way as the clone nodded, not like he would take a "no" as an answer anyway. Though it couldn't understand, why would he even want to collect the escaped clone's chip?
To duplicate it? There was no reason to create tons of clones with the exact same memories and personality. To revive it? #0001 had heard that #1108 was stubborn, sooner or later, it would try to escape again. To remake it? From what #0001 had observed, its creator was clearly interested in #1108 and showed no intention of replacing it.
But it was none of #0001’s business. Showing too much curiosity in front of its creator was dangerous. The emotional numbness within it was only a flaw in its design, and if its creator ever realized that #0001 could still express emotions, disposal would be inevitable.
“Well then, let me prepare the equipment. I wouldn’t want any unexpected setbacks appearing in your itinerary,” Evilfies said as he rose from his seat, the chair scraping back slightly. He casually walked over to #0001 and handed it a full set of diamond armor decorated with flow amethyst trims, along with an enderchest filled with shulker boxes packed with invisibility potions.
"Netherite would be too outstanding." Evilfies stopped and thought for a second before he added "You were not designed to have incredible PvP skills." and dropped another shulker box filled with speed potions to #0001.
Evilfies glanced at it, his expression almost threatening “#0001, remember to keep the invisibility effect on at all times. I don’t care if you choose not to wear the armor while invisible, but I have no intention of wasting time sending another clone to retrieve both your chip and #1108’s just because you got killed in one hit.” His voice remained monotone “And preferably, don’t let anyone find out about your identity.”
#0001 stood still while tracking the items in its inventory, it quickly put on the armor set. The trims of the armor itself felt oddly overwhelmed but thanks to the amethyst color, it somehow looked less awry. #0001 traced the chestplace trims with its fingers, observing them without any judgement (not like it had any ideas about them anyway).
Evilfies walked past #0001 a few steps before he stopped and turned back "Oh yeah, I forgot the pickaxe." he then gave it a diamond pickaxe with silk touch enchantment.
“The coordinates of #1108’s body are written in the book and quill I left on the right side of the table.” He turned toward the exit “I won’t give you a deadline this time, nor any hidden cameras to monitor your journey. Still, I’d appreciate it if you returned with the chip as soon as possible without getting distracted.” before leaving, Evilfies glanced back at #0001, tilting his head slightly with a faint smile on his face.
Its creator wouldn't lie, he doesn't have to. But his speech did make #0001 quiver a bit.
No more observations, no more limited time.
That sounded like freedom. Yet it couldn't help but let its breaths get faster.
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It was incomprehensible that its creator had the invitation to the Unstable SMP. #0001 had been heard that the server was not opened freely to anyone. But well, that was just one of many questions that it could never get to know the answer from him. It was great that it didn't have to go get the invitation, though.
It didn't take long for #0001 to hop in the server's spawn, which was Capital City. There were a lot of people there at the spawn, some people took a quick glance at it before walking past, some people were stunned when they saw a player with a full diamond armor set. Yet it paid no attention to any of them. #0001 knew it would not be wise to pull out the enderchest right at the spawn so it quickly went to some place that had less people to put on the invisibility.
The people here looked oddly cheerful, a few even waved at #0001 when they noticed it. The action felt foreign to it. #0001 wasn’t accustomed to being acknowledged like that. Its world had always been filled with identical faces, the Wifies, the other clones. Its creator had never waved at it upon seeing it, and conversations between clones simply did not exist.
Unfamiliar with human interaction, #0001 could do nothing but silently walk away from the greetings directed at it. It soon found a quiet spot to place down the enderchest, pulled an invisibility potion from one of the shulker boxes, and splashed it over itself. After returning the box to the chest and picking it back up, #0001 wasted no time retrieving the book and quill to check the coordinates.
The destination was extremely far from spawn, though that hardly mattered. It wasn’t as if it could starve to death on the way there.
As #0001 made its way toward the city’s exit, its attention drifted toward two avians standing off to the side of the path. Their vivid skins and large natural wings weren’t what caught its interest. It was the loudness of one of them. And somewhere in the middle of their conversation, #0001 heard its other name.
"Come on Parrot! I couldn't find a way to help if you just kept silent about your problems with that Wifies guy!" the loud one, which was the yellow avain with sunglasses, spoke.
"Theo, it's okay bro. I'm fine now. I have nothing to deal with him." the green avain responded, his lowercase voice somehow reminded #0001 of its creator.
"Fine? Bro, you looked like you've seen a dead body! And don't act like I didn't see that death message, you literally killed him bro!" the avain who was called Theo said, he sounded like he was about to explode.
“Bro, it’s really nothing. I’d rather not talk about it, especially not out here in public. Let’s just head back to the shop,” the avian called Parrot said, exhaustion evident on his face.
With that, the two avians eventually headed toward the mentioned shop. Yet something unseen seemed to keep #0001 rooted in place, compelling it to watch them leave. They entered a house with a sign that read “Potion Shop,” and moments later, both disappeared behind the closing door.
#0001 remained where it was, silently observing the building. It had no real interest in the shop itself, yet something about the green avian known as Parrot stirred an unfamiliar feeling within it.
Of course, #0001 possessed no memories connected to him. It did not share memories with #1108, after all. And yet… there was something about Parrot that unsettled it. The mere thought of getting to know him made something deep inside its body twist uncomfortably. A strange, intrusive thought which made it accidentally hold its arms a little too tight.
Still, the urge was not strong enough for #0001 to follow through with it. It lacked any skill related to friendship, and according to its understanding of human social behavior, randomly approaching strangers without a proper reason would be considered abnormal (which explained why it tried to avoid the greetings). More importantly, the green avian seemed familiar with #1108’s voice. #0001 couldn’t risk speaking to him since its creator told it not to get recognised, every clone shared the exact same voice.
With that realization, #0001 lowered its hand and stood still for a moment before quietly turning toward the exit. Its fingers kept dragging against the fabric covering its arm, nails absentmindedly scraping at the same spot over and over again. The itch lingered beneath its skin, deep inside its body, despite there being nothing visibly wrong. Only after leaving the Capital City area did the scratching finally stop.
#0001 had already memorized the coordinates. All it needed to do now was reach the destination without attracting trouble.
Hopefully, the commission would be finished quickly. It had no attachment to this server anyway. #1108’s actions had nothing to do with it, nor did it have any responsibility to clean up whatever mess had been left behind.
…Though, speaking of #1108, what exactly had it done on this server in the first place?