(Arlex sits in the officer's mess, wondering why the crew is attracted to synthetic alcohol.) Crewmen: Excuse me commander, may I join you? (Arlex looks into the face of a young crewmen.) Arlex: Certainly... Crewmen: I have so wanted to catch up with you. Arlex: Whatever for? Crewmen: I am a geneticist, and part 'Gray.' Arlex: I thought I was... Crewmen: Alone? (Arlex nods.) It's easy to think that. If only ancestral, you are the closest thing I have to family. You see, I... am an orphan.
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