On the fourth morning in the silo, Hajin held the body for two full minutes, and two minutes proved long enough for a problem nobody had planned for.
The clone walked a full circuit of the silo, read the instrument table, righted a fallen stool without being asked, and stopped three paces from the original.
It had also, various witnesses now reported, straightened a crooked measuring cord on its second pass, out of neither order nor necessity, simply because the crookedness was there.
The silo held two identical men, same face, same scarred knuckles, same Ring light sleeping under two identical sleeves, and the similarity did not diminish with any amount of study.
Two minutes of looking convinced nobody of anything, which was itself the morning's first real finding.
"So that is going to be a thing," Ferra said, and her charcoal was already sketching both of them.
