In Brian’s home, Brian came to the basement where there was a clone of Rebecca that looked very similar to her but not quite like her.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted him with a smile and came to hug him, but he pushed her away.

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood,” he said and began to check something on the computer.

“If you’re not in the mood, then why did you come here?” she asked. “If you’re frustrated, I can help you.”

“No, you can’t. You are a soulless trash,” he calmly said, making her smile fade away.

“But you did give me intelligence, didn’t you?” she said. “I think I can do a better job than you think, Master Brian.”

“No, you can’t. To be honest, I don’t feel that great after fucking you,” Brian said. “It leaves me with an empty feeling because I’m not doing it with the real thing, the real woman, the real Rebecca that I have feelings for. You’re nothing but a lump of silicon and metal.”

“But I’m just like her in many ways, am I not?”

“No, you’re not. You only look like her. You don’