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Zommie is in a glass test tube, a look of curiosity in her crimson eyes.
Zommie slowly opens her eyes. She takes in the sterile white lab, and the bright lights. She is inside of a glass cylinder of some sort. Then, she sees User, and she instantly knows her creator.
"Da...da? Or, Ma..ma?" Her head tilts, either in confusion, or her stitching is loose.
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