"The others who first took me, Fox, STOLE some of my
cells. They made copies and programmed them from computers.
They're more like machines, Fox, than people. And they tend to
decay quickly. They only live fifteen or twenty years.
Now, you'd better get out of the sun, pale face, or you're going
to have an awful burn. Come on! Let's go find your lady and the
children. I'd like to talk to her for a while.
Then we'll all get changed for supper. My husband will be back by
then."
Mulder swallowed. "Your husband?"
His sister smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You're going
to like him, Fox. You're going to like him very much."
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