"im more worried about Amber and the pregnant women then myself, if its bad for children what will it do to those in the womb? you wont even let them have alchahol and that didnt hurt me any." she nodded and looked around again. "alright, what is generic?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b300">"that sounds horrible, why would someone do that to you?"</span>she smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #00b300">"so is war and industrial work, it sounds like justice to me to fight the disgusting with disgusting. im far more worried about the animal and Humanoid life, breathing mold spores can be highly unhealthy or even fatal. i need to make it just right so it wont hurt anyone but will do its job."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"and they would be from the wrong perspective to help me, it would give me an idea of what happened but filled with your emotions and reactions to things... that many memories could turn me into a clone of you. that does explain why i barely even remember my parents let alone the rest of the time i have lost."</span>Order frowned at Jemma and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"hobby?"</span>she closed her eyes and took the needed information from Jemma before shaking her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"no, i have no hobbies. i have been enslaved and forced to do terrible things, when i wasnt doing what my enslavers wanted i myself was caged until needed again. there was nothing to do when i was trapped in a black hole surrounded by nothingness."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>