“I would not do that if I were you!” S said in her sweet singsong voice.
Jenny was just about to throw away the old bandages after fresh dressing; of course to the garbage bin.
She turned and looked at her, her light green eyes were looking at her intently; the purple sky of Planet Wendy, (named after the space traveler who discovered it) as per earthlings and Xorona as per Xoronites was looking pretty with two pink suns.
S looked at her, her small antenna were stirring, expressing her amusement. Xoronites did not laugh or cried. The colours of their antennas changed to express those feelings.
“Why?” she asked curiously.
“I told you about Xorexes, did not I?” S asked.
Jenny nodded in disagreement.
“If they get your DNA you will see your clones parading outside one hour later. The only problem is they will be slaves of Xorexes, they know, that is we know how to control brains of our own creations. That thing can be used for good and bad. We use it for good, Xorexes use it for bad.”
S pointed out a small machine in corner of the room, “Recycle it in that machine.”