"We... don't have one of those, do we?" says Aurin.
"Uh, probably not," says Ivan. "Impersonating Mial wouldn't be much of a political act, I'm guessing? And also you probably don't have cloning."
"Not publicly. If somebody's cooked it up privately in Oridaan we wouldn't know about it," says Aurin.
"Oridaan?"
"Uh, sort of a country, more of a confederation of really rich people in the southwest corner who back each other's right to do whatever the fuck they want as long as they own the land they do it on and aren't stealing from the others."
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"Uh, probably not," says Ivan. "Impersonating Mial wouldn't be much of a political act, I'm guessing? And also you probably don't have cloning."
"Not publicly. If somebody's cooked it up privately in Oridaan we wouldn't know about it," says Aurin.
"Oridaan?"
"Uh, sort of a country, more of a confederation of really rich people in the southwest corner who back each other's right to do whatever the fuck they want as long as they own the land they do it on and aren't stealing from the others."
"...So, Magic Jackson's Whole."