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>Who is "the bitch"?
"Hmm? Oh, the bitch. She's... well, I suppose you would call her your genetic mother. Lady Maria, Head of the Lorana Royal Family. Your technically one of them as well. A member of the Lorana I mean. Although your quite a bit more special then any of them, useless wastes of biomass that they are. You'll meet you 'mother' soon enough, although if I do say so myself, your only real parent is myself. I did all the hard work of actually making you."
That question out of the way, and myself halfway through dealing with clothing myself, I turn to my inner thoughts and memories, dragging forth information on what my other parent was. The information seems difficult to get at, but after a few moments of concentration, the flood of information comes.
Adjuncts are one of four classes of Imperial Servants, sometimes called Dark Ones because of the black clothing all Imperial Servants are required to wear when carrying out official business. The other three "races" of Imperial Servant are the Generals, the Soldiers and the Administrators. All Imperial Servants are no longer human, having long ago been genetically engineered into perfect servants of the Emperor. Adjuncts in particular, however, are the most similar to humans in appearance, specifically for the purpose of intelligence gathering and investigation. Most Adjuncts work with a member of the Administrators, another group of the Imperial Servants. Adjuncts are generally seen as the physically weakest of the four groups, but are also the most adept at espionage, and many have been known to disappear for decades only to resurface with evidence of some plot against the Empire.
Floods of more useless backstory also come along with it, such as my own parent's various exploits, but it is mostly worthless history. There's only one last bit of information that sticks out more than anything else. Humans and Adjuncts should not be able to have children with each other. It's not supposed to happen. Something is very, very wrong, and my Adjunct instincts are telling me to find out what. By now I've finished dressing, and decide to alert the scientist to this.
I am done dressing.
"Hm? Ah. Then come along. It's time you met the bitch. She'll be pleased your awake."
The man leads the way, and I follow along, not really having anything else to do at the moment. A small part of me somehow gets the feeling this is wrong somehow, me being alive. Like I'm breaking a law or something, but I push it from my mind. It's not really important. Soon enough we arrive at a horrendously intricate door, and I'm ushered through it, finding myself standing before a naked woman who looks to be in her mid 40's, seemingly having sex with some male I don't care about. I venture that perhaps she's the "bitch" spoken of, my mother, and I find this quickly confirmed.
"My Lady Maria, I present to you your... ehm... daughter, I suppose. She's as yet unnamed. But seems to be functioning." The scientist seems all to happy to be interrupting things, judging from his cheerfulness.
The woman glares at the man, then turns her gaze on me as she slips out from under her companion and sits herself on the edge of her bed. She ponders me for a moment, then. " I can't be bothered to give her a name. Let her decide for herself. In the meantime, we have an Administrator inbound from the local solar siphon. Have this girl outfitted and shipped off to the nearest infected planet. I want her dealing with the problem same as every other child of the Lorana family. She'll proved her worthiness to be Empress just the same. Although, I suppose should do much better in the long run, won't she?" I'm flashed a conniving smile, and can't help but agree that this "mother" is a bitch. "Now then, what are you going to call yourself, daughter of mine? And where shall we send you? I think Relb 3 would do nicely, don't you?"
"RELB!? YOU WANT TO SEND MY MASTERPIECE TO RELB!? Are you out of your mind?! She's practically the most important piece of..."
I lose track of the conversation, not really caring anymore, as my mind turns to thinking of a name. Something with which one is identified. I suppose it will be very important, although from what I can tell, Adjuncts rarely used a fixed name for long anyway. Then again, I'm not really an Adjunct, am I?
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