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"So far as I can tell, there are four memories here," says the memory Crichton. "I'm not actually your counterpart from this memory, I'm from one of the others involving the Aurora chair."
"This is just fucked up," says the real Crichton.
"Don't I know it," responds the memory Crichton. "There's five of us, three Scorpies, three Peacekeeper Barbies, and one alien-dad-person."
"Ancient," says Crichton's dad.
"Right."
"This is really fucked up," says the real Crichton.
"Don't I know it," says another memory Crichton, just walking into the room. He is carrying in his arms another Crichton, who appears to be unconscious and drooling. "This John passed out when he saw me. I barely got him out before Scorpius pulled a pulse rifle on me. Then the other Scorpius came in. I think they're planning something."
"Then we've gotta plan something ourselves," say the other two Crichtons in unison, then they look at each other. "You first," they both say, and laugh.
"You know, John, I'm starting to wonder if your brain was a bad place to store such valuable information," says the Ancient.
"Well, hell, of course it is!" says the real Crichton. "If it wasn't for you, Scorpius and Crais would've both left me alone!"
"John, you can't-"
"No, you're right, I can't blame you. But I can still hate this damn situation. All right, let's plan."