Unbeknownst to anyone, this clone had already been Parasitic Disaster.
Although his appearance showed no change, his core had been completely altered.
Tom thought rapidly and made a decisive choice.
Under his control, the clones in the isolation spaceship seemed to "come alive" in that instant, as if they had their own consciousness.
"Old Walker, let's go, time for a drink."
"Hey, you Old Sullivan, wait for me."
Tom played tens of thousands of roles by himself, assigning different personalities and identities to each of these clones.
Thus, in that instant, the isolation spaceship became like a normal society.
The clone who had completely lost contact with Tom, and could no longer be linked by Tom's consciousness, quietly observed the world before him.
Another clone, under Tom's manipulation, walked over and said in a very familiar tone, "Old Lewis, what are you spacing out for? Let's go, didn't we say we were going to play ball?"
"Oh, right, let's go, let's go."
