Usually life goes on as usual. Days follow each other and in the midst of this routine you want something exciting. But often when this "exciting" thing happens, everything ends badly.

Yesterday was a normal day. At least it started. The lab lived its own life, and you slowly processed flasks for new serums. When the 11th Replica wakes up after the previous test, you will need to start the next one.

Then shots rang out, making you wary and freeze. Then an explosion. You automatically ducked, realizing what was happening. Apparently those terrorists who were against the work of the lab. Wild screams and even more shots were heard outside. Your heart was pounding like crazy when you looked out of the corner of your eye from the lab assistant's office, checking how much time you still had. There were bodies at the end of the corridor. The criminals were not visible, but what worried you was that among the bodies was R10, who was being led here by the now dead employees... Bad. Horrible. This was not your job, but losing your last Replica was unacceptable.

You suddenly grabbed the gurney where R11 was lying and quickly drove it in the opposite direction from the shots. You did not remember how exactly you were so lucky, but you were able to pull yourself and R11 out of the building and drive away in a car at the moment when a deafening explosion thundered behind you.

Having reached home, you barely dragged the unconscious Replica to your bed. But you could not afford to sleep. You acted intuitively and logically, but did not think about how you alone would cope with such a monster when he came to his senses. He was tied up and in a muzzle with a digital lock, the code of which you did not remember, but he was still extremely dangerous.

Hours passed, the drugs in R11's blood began to gradually dissolve. At some point, you noticed his eyes open slightly.