Edema Rue
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Dolly backed up. Swallowed. “Then how can you believe that these people are good?”
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Dolly started. “All of them? Dad and Astor and…all of them?”
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“Do you have my memories?”
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“Maybe. But the means they’re willing to use to get there make them evil, no matter the result.” She glanced at the scientist, then back at Sari. “How, uh, how does your memory work? You know what an organ donation is…”
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“If they were helping people, they wouldn’t have kidnapped me. They wouldn’t be willing to kill you.”
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“They think you’re an experiment, Sari. They couldn’t care less if you were alive or dead.”
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Dolly bit her lip. “They’re not the kind of people you want to learn from. And it isn’t a name. They just need some way to distinguish you from their other experiments.”
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Jerry snickered and started tidying the scythes. Maybe I should warn…nah. They’re better off dead.
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“That’s a number,” Dolly said, suddenly worried, “not a name. They call me X-318, but that doesn’t make it my name. My name is Dolly. I, uh, I’ve been calling you Sari in my head. Maybe it’s stupid, but every person needs a name, and I’m not going to let them brainwash you into thinking otherwise. That’s not right.”
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“Yes, Sir,” Jerry breathed darkly. He stalked over to the scythe cabinet, where someone had tipped over a pile of the weapons.
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“Right.” Dolly took a step back. “They’re not…hurting you? Calling you that stupid number?”
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“I’m trying,” Jerry growled. “It would help if you’d hire people who are, I don’t know, qualified?
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Jerry sidled up to the man with the runny nose. “What do you say we give them cubicles?” @SpiritOfWrath
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“You—you just read the—downstairs and to your left.”
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Dolly ran to the girl. “Hey. You all right?”
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Jerry handed her his coffee and clapped his hands. “Okay, idiots, listen up. If you’ve been assigned reaping, your scythes are in that closet. Real souls. Not your coworkers, they don’t have souls. If you’ve been assigned reanimation, take those souls and put them into inanimate objects. Or something. If you are on processing,” and here he glared at Rouge, “use the objects. Vessels. Whatever.”
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“Process. The. Souls.”
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Jerry’s jaw dropped. “For—have you listened to anything since you got here? Do your job!”
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“Yep, uh huh,” Jerry had already turned away. “Get to work.” “Perfect. Can you do your job, or do you need me to hold your hand?”
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Dolly grinned widely. The name was a whisp of hope. “Thanks.”
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“Rouggggggggggge,” Jerry said. “Happy?”
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Jerry stuck out his lower lip in a dramatic pout. “I get a scythe? You’re on reaping! Of course you get a scythe!”
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“Uh huh. Any chance you’ll give me your name, or do I have to give you one? I’m warning you now, I’ll make it incredibly stupid.”
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“It’s not about if I can pronounce it,” Jerry drawled. “It’s about if I care to. Come on. Process the souls.” Jerry glanced at it and shivered. “I was reanimated. Not a lot of fun. Make sure to put your souls in inanimate objects, or else.” “Reap a soul! It’s not that hard. Need a scythe?”
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She groaned, feeling her momentum fading. “Sari it is, then. When will she be here?”
