Repetition Island

Mardi awoke exactly the same time she always woke up - five minutes before the alarm. Early bird, her parents used to call her. She showered, had a coffee, and by the time she left her house the acid rain had stopped. The subterranean pod was jammed with humans and aliens - all going to their subterranean station. The biomorph agent at Repetition Island - her own station - punched her in two minutes before work started. She was paired with a morbid bot whose best botfriend was permanently shut down the previous week, and by the time the bot had laid bare his soul their routine was done, the workday was over and it was time to punch out. The subterranean pod was jammed with humans and aliens - all going back home. She entered home just as the acid rain started, showered, had a meal, read a little bit of a William Burroughs type novel and lied down to call it an early bird night. Tomorrow, she decided as she was falling asleep, she was going to call Mardi IV, one of her clones, so they’d go to this gallery opening and then out for a drink.