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Orian Clone worlds 4i320. Satellite in orbit above Salui 4.
“I sometimes wonder, WHY as a CLONED being, there are those races, that despise us? “ Ceiju stared at the control screen. Not alone re that; others too, were staring at screens, their consoles lit up and buzzing with some spectral based analysis, going on? 
Let us NOT, confuse them, with the pure AI CLONES OR Star corporations iClones.
The CLONECTICS, were ones that were created from those enslaved by the Vendarens.
Military grade and not to be challenged unless you were able to defeat them and their weapon; the Cabillista.
ALL ‘V CLONECTICS’ were the same in appearance, colours. No distinction between male, female.
Assimilated they were all DIVERSE.. EQUAL and INCLUSIVE..
Monitoring what appeared to be a scout craft? It was like nothing they had ever seen before, well in this part of the Qiverse.
Capable of rift travel. It was there and then gone, there and then gone BUT in jumps. A hop from one part of space to another. Then it was gone; GONE. It did NOT reappear again.
Commander Diep had been listening to Ceiju. He hated clones, especially the old Solus 3 type 2 clones. Micro chipped semi hybrids.
The earlier ones, could be damaged or destroyed, by using an infra red pulse modulator flashed, across them.
IT erased their chips. Some could be re programmed and turned into glorified ‘Bynards’ much to the delight of those who had procured them somewhat illegally.
Others, adapted, to turn on, those around them; murder, mayhem. They were eventually, terminated..
The later ‘upgrades’, included a termination code.. known only to those privy to such information.
To protect the chipped clones.. from their chips being hacked.. they were encapsulated, with a Cromodium casing, lining their ‘skulls’. Nothing, could get past that, unless the ‘head’ was removed. NOT an easy task but that did not stop those from seeking to do just that; doing so.
Leaving, a vulnerable weak spot, now exposed, where, the re programming, could take place, with ease. Reprogrammed clones, with remote interfacing could sell for a lot of Drex.
Aliens working with them, in space, or even within ‘colonies’, could be nervous around them.
A reprogrammed ‘botnik’ as they called them; with, someone, using remote access?
Damage to defense systems, leaving the craft or outpost defenseless?
Other, vital life support, wiped out, just as, those reliant on it, would soon be.
Everything with them, was recorded. Their responses, mentally, physically, emotionally were all pre programmed; artificial.
They, did not, embrace the concept, of truth as TRUTH but how it complied with their owners Algorithms.
Ah the ones with their ‘Souls’ in control? True the ‘Soul’ or as other races acknowledged them; ENTITIES.
Could be uploaded, into those control chips. Dependent on, how much, Drex was paid, they got various grades from 1 to 3.
3 being the highest ELITE grading. Forms, were almost always, perfection incarnate.
Male AND female grade 1’s to 2, could get their ‘souls’ upgraded for nothing. Once they were taken over by their owners and turned into whatever they wanted. Work slaves.. were trafficked in their millions.
All ‘Soul’ clones from the ‘industrials’; had a distinct BLUE line around their left arm. The darker the blue the more they were 1 or 2 graded. A thin barely visible blue line indicated they were SUPERIOR with special skills,.
Whereas Ai pure clones, could be; different colours, male and or female good, bad or indifferent.
Indifferent? A rogue clone could kill, maim, destroy at will anything around or in its path.
Many of such incidents, were not recorded. A machine or robotic, could be destroyed, if such happened, but not investigated or charged with murder. 
Other races, could use the CLONES to attack and as military or militia. Hacking of their control systems, was not so common due to specialized security systems.
Hackers were more interested in Drex mining as it was known that allowed them to drain the wealth of their victims whilst remaining almost undetectable.
Goks (God only knows) ‘sentient lifeforms’ Created making its creators rich beyond all reason .. were the perfect work bots.. male and or female or ALIEN in the chosen forms that suited their owners..
They could be manipulated. Not easy for the more sophisticated ones but the simple servant variety with a limited number of tasks they were involved in.
Could be reprogrammed with modicum of ease.
To do so against the owners wishes.. was an infringement of the rights of that owner or owners.
Aggressors, transgressors could face severe punishment including execution.
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