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Wraithblade6 said
The half-angel's soft wings hang limply at his side as he stops and allows himself to be hugged. A crack appears in the black shell of despair that surrounds him (figuratively). "Death is justice. Hope is... " He blinks a moment and knees down. "I don't know. I don't think I could ever do enough, and I am hunted as I speak." He looks at her, into her eyes, down her clone soul, if she has one. "Why do you encourage me?"

She does, and it seems to be pure.
"Well, then do good while you can, and accept death when it is due.....I mean, it is a waste if you just mope." She says.

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Tyki said
"back into the can" i order her with an even tone before inputting her to be evolved into an alpha warrior

She nod and does so. However she doesn't screams, before emerging far more heavily built, but not to the point she is overly bulky. She looks to the other clones.
"What are your orders sir?" She asks.

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Tyki said
i grumble before reprogramming to remove the override without damaging anything else

"Underlying directive changed. Order being processed...." The can chimes, before spitting out a female clone.

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Wraithblade6 said
Eclipse begins to walk aimlessly.

The clone girl walks forward, and gently attempts to hug Eclipse.
"Well, what if you tried helping others to atone for your sins?" She asks.

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Tyki said
"explain" i order the can as i print out three warriors and order them to scout around, but try not to attack anything

"Over ride installed int all cans. Armies must not become self reliant." The can says.

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Tyki said
"the can won't last forever" i remind before saying "do as i order anyway. clear some land. build some houses. and start some gardens. if you make some tools that assist in that then add them to the can and i'll make more" as i add a random number generator for gender, favoring females slightly

The can refuses to do so.
"Army must not become self reliant. Request unavailable." It chimes. The creatures get to work, creating hoes and shovels from basic materials.

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Tyki said
"prepare a pin see if you can gather wild herbs, roots, fruits, etc., make farming implements, and start a small garden" i order as i start choose to add scales, thermal vision, poisonous spit with a way to launch it at medium ranges, and sharpened teeth, labeling it under the 'warrior humanoid' strain. i print out two of those with knives as i go back to the base, making a diverging strain called the 'worker strain' with lighter bones and improved muscles to make them stronger and faster while removing the ability to shoot acid. i print out 3 of those with knives and set them to work clearing ground

One of the clones simply puts a fruit into the can, and in moments it makes a large amount of the fruits.
"This way is easier." the smallest one says.

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Tyki said
i select to have some basic knives and spears printed out for them along with three more of the new clones with the same before bringing up the available genetic traits. "do you require food an water?" i ask evenly as eveything is printed out (i assume)

Everything is printed out, as asked, The clones take the weapons, and nod yes.
"Yes, how ever if we add a creature to the device alive we can recreate them alive." One says.
((You chose what they captured.))

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Tyki said
"because your supreme commander orders it" i say evenly as i check to see if there was a radar function on the can and adding "it's so i can make improved models and get some weapons"

((Wrong reply ding dong.))

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Tyki said
"find unique genetic material and weaponry, kill any that resist violently" i order evenly before dismissing them with the wave of a hand and turning back towards the can and seeing how to work it

They nod and fly off, doing so. They kill/havest most anything, and craft crude weapons that they add to the can.
Weapons: basic sling. Basic knife. Basic club. Basic spear.
Genetics: You choose.