There wasn’t a single human inside. At least the room wasn’t empty, though—there were a dozen drones, vaguely human in shape with wheels or tracks to move around. There were several doctors here, most of which wore adorable little medical coats over jumpsuits like hers. Well, like hers, except most of them had military patches or insignia. The same company patch was prominent on one shoulder, though. These were her people—or the people of the person whose identity she’d stolen.