<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/11936426573_53a6c20e82_z_zps045dcb47.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Red-R-ESS-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Like a rat in a Skinner box<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Clone Quality Control Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alone<br/><hr/><br/>Red-R-ESS-1 (or Red for short) was faithfully at her workstation like every other day. In front of her was a large viewing window, behind which the clone tanks scrolled past, made of transparent glass. Or at least, supposedly transparent glass, some really needed a cleaning to get rid of the algae or fungal or whatever sludge that was  growing inside... it might not be healthy for the clone within... but wait, of course not! Red was no medical expert, certainly she wouldn't think this, since if these clone tanks were being used, obviously they were clean enough! She also had a monitor that displayed vital statistics and other critical information about each clone that was passing through her station.<br/><br/>Red's job was to ensure that every clone that passed through her station was of the highest, mutation-free quality. She had a big green ACCEPT button and a big red REJECT button on her desk. After a visual inspection of the clone as well as checking the statistics on her monitor to make sure that everything was as it should be, she was supposed to press the accept button if the clone passed her inspection, or the reject button to dispose of the clone if it failed quality control. Red was diligently carrying out her duty, scrutinizing each clone with a constipated look of intense concentration to prove how hard she was working. Of course, all the clones that passed through her station were of the highest quality, thanks to the hard work of all the enthusiastic and efficient workers at clone services, so she was hitting the accept button as quickly as each came up for inspection!<br/><br/>Then Red's PDC beeped and surprised her so much that she accidentally hit the reject button by accident - and on a perfectly good clone at that. Management wouldn't like that once they found out - wasted resources cost credits! Fortunately the message from Friend Computer Itself provided her with a way out. Her supervisor couldn't yell at her if she was out troubleshootin'. But before she left, she found a large and more importantly, heavy pile of paperwork and used it to keep the accept button pressed down, ensuring that the flow of clones would continue even without her direct supervision. After all, all the clones were already of the highest quality, and surely none would be defective and need to be rejected. Let it not be said that Red abandoned her post without activating a contingency plan when she went to serve Friend Computer more.<br/><br/>She called up the location of the closest B37 on her PDC as she left her workstation and started power-walking towards its location.