"Which one?" Her voice is my voice, but harsher, deeper, more full of old hurt. "Which are you?"

"Clone Three," I say.

Her flat expression changes at once, a huge smile pulling against the metallic side which responds just a moment more slowly to change. Before I can act or speak again she is beside me, arms wrapping around me, hugging me so hard the steel parts of her dig into my skin, my bones creaking from the power of her happiness.

I couldn't care less if ...