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Working in the Society’s Labs can be a rather risky endeavor. Forced mechanization, mental reprogramming, shrinking and growing, there are many dangers involved in the job. Helen has taken steps to help continue her work even if she comes to some unforeseen mishap. In a large cold storage unit, several glowing green vats hold clones of our dear, sweet, unfortunate priestess. Each one floating in stasis while they wait for their inevitable awakening when the current Helen ends up a cat or mushroom or something.

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