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“For the good of the clan,” said Samantha 53, Generation 12.

“For the good of the clan,” said Samantha 200, Generation 12.

The two Samanthas placed their identical, pale, red-haired bodies into their space suits. They grabbed their respective pieces of cargo, and carried it on their backs. Then they braved the airlock together.

There was a brief whoosh as all the oxygen, nitrogen, vapour and carbon dioxide in the airlock flew out into the vacuum of space. The more organized molecules, which were organized so intricately that they were capable of calling each other Samantha, soon followed the simple bits of gas.

Samanthas 53 and 200 hopped across the low gravity surface of the planet.

Notes

This was written in 10 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.