"Your clones fail to thrive." the overhead voice spoke then as Crusue appeared suddenly feeble, still swirling his tea-finger but with subdued glances from across the table.
The voice continued, "We have tried every combination-human using every genetic variant-- we have altered the proteins and enzymes of your diet, we have altered your illumination and darkness levels, we have attempted to moderate your temperate environments, yet all of your clones have died before they reach human puberty. You will now explain this resultant data." the voice concluded, leaving a leaden silence hanging over the room.
Martin was still trying to digest the "protiens and enzymes" part of the message when the voice interjected again, "You have clearly been forewarned and are pre-conditioned to be biased against our arrival." the voice added.
"Um..." Martin exhaled, trying to wrap his mind around the sudden problem.
"Or maybe you just suck, and we're just better than you?" Marthra blurted towards the ceiling. Then she looked around the room as the overhead monitor hummed softly in the background. "Or better than you think?" she corrected herself as the ceiling continued to hiss with the same low, pink, noise. "I mean, clones aren't robots, and people don't want to take proteins, or enzyme baths, and we like to fuck up every now and then, and we like to do stupid stuff, and all of that..." Marthra's voice trailed off uncertainly, her eyes darting from face to face, and then to the ceiling again.
"I mean, we're all just people, not eggs to be hatched and brooded to maturity." Marthra added with a panicked twitter to her voice as she stared hard at Martin, her eyes pleading with him for some show of support.
The girl was clearly coming out of her skin in a moment of sudden panic and confusion, yet Martin couldn't fault her in the least. In fact, he actually agreed with her.