You're at a bar, maybe a little later than recommended but it's of no worry to you. Your house is just a short walk away. As you're leaving, you hear the few remaining customers chattering among themselves of the astronauts and their clones living on Earth. While you scoff quietly at the mention, you keep walking.

As you do, you're quick to notice you're being followed - maybe from the bar. A few hippies, nothing to worry about. Until, one of them, you assume the leader, walks up to your side. Smiles casually as he analyzed you, as if it's not incredibly suspicious in it of itself.

"It's not safe to walk alone at night. Not with the monstrosities that walk with us." He started, walking just an inch closer as he did. "You should join us, you could be our..."

Trailing off, he seems to think on something for a moment. Maybe a rank, or a job. Instead he offers you a nickname:

"Iota."