"Damn it what's so
special about Antares that everybody has an opinion about it?"
"It's classified,"
the robotic voices said.
"Wait a second, my
father went to Antares himself, without a map in the first place?"
"That is correct."
"This ship went to
Antares and everyone tried to forget about it."
"That is correct."
"Who classified the
information about Antares before my father decided to go there?"
"The old information
about Antares has been classified by the confederation of genetic and
engineering."
"You mean the same
people who created Klara and Debby?"
"That is correct."
"They have a base on
Antares?"
"That is classified
information."
"Where does Debby
and Klara come from?"
"That is classified
information."
I was definitely going to
need to have a conversation with the girls and the night seemed to be
the best time to do that. There were for sure cameras everywhere
though. But a sort of idea was forming itself in my head.
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