[ Things the clone has discovered in the house they brought him to:
He has a bedroom of his own, and the door locks from the inside. He stands there, and tries it, fiddling with it until he's sure that yes it really doesn't open from the outside if you don't want it to. The bed is comfortable and big enough for two. More. If necessary. The bathroom also locks.
The view to the outside is cold and bleak. He sort of likes it.
There are mirrors everywhere. He might need a shave soon.
There are no locks on the cabinets in the kitchen. And there's food in there.
The last discovery is the one that occupies his time the most. He has an entire block of cheese in his hand - yellowish, waxy, supposedly cheddar, who knows, and he's devouring it in great bites. Not even cutting it, not bothering with crackers, nothing, just breaking off chunks of it with his front teeth and mashing it desperately with his molars. He swallows gratefully - and then the door rattles. He freezes in mingled terror and uncertainty, then lays down the cheese and adopts a casual, thoughtful pose that half-hides his right arm - which he rests on the stunner on his belt. And he rehearses in his head, Barrayaran accent: Yes, I'm Lord Miles Vorkosigan. I'll be living with you. Yes, strange situation, isn't it... ]
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He has a bedroom of his own, and the door locks from the inside. He stands there, and tries it, fiddling with it until he's sure that yes it really doesn't open from the outside if you don't want it to. The bed is comfortable and big enough for two. More. If necessary. The bathroom also locks.
The view to the outside is cold and bleak. He sort of likes it.
There are mirrors everywhere. He might need a shave soon.
There are no locks on the cabinets in the kitchen. And there's food in there.
The last discovery is the one that occupies his time the most. He has an entire block of cheese in his hand - yellowish, waxy, supposedly cheddar, who knows, and he's devouring it in great bites. Not even cutting it, not bothering with crackers, nothing, just breaking off chunks of it with his front teeth and mashing it desperately with his molars. He swallows gratefully - and then the door rattles. He freezes in mingled terror and uncertainty, then lays down the cheese and adopts a casual, thoughtful pose that half-hides his right arm - which he rests on the stunner on his belt. And he rehearses in his head, Barrayaran accent: Yes, I'm Lord Miles Vorkosigan. I'll be living with you. Yes, strange situation, isn't it... ]