...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
"I don't feel much like anything, really," the copy says. "Still a bit engaged in Glam mode."
"But I feel particularly not-a-girl."
"My name's Sadde, by the way. Not that it matters much."
"Weird, I know."
"Could even be a cape name, if it weren't so easy to track it down."
"Pretty sure I'm the only person on Earth with that name."
"Yeah, bot isn't finding anything. Well. Hi, Sadde. ...If you have moods like that you're going to need to cozy up to Dauntless so you can go out as whichever persona is less uncomfortable. That's mostly his prerogative."
"...not the right word."
"But I guess it's as good as any."
They look at each other, shrug, then look at Lorica, and only the original one speaks: "Dauntless is nice, anyway. Bet I can. Still gonna try to see if I can convince Yates, though."
"Nope! Still just saying things you expect me to say and sorta behaving like you expect me to behave."
"Okay, good. That is good."
"I mean, maybe if you were expecting me to be sapient I would be, but for now I'm just another mouth for you."
"...why are you explaining me things."
"Probably for her sake."
"Okay, that's fair."
Lorica laughs. "You and me can do our occasional sapience checks in sync!"
"He means I don't want him to be sapient."
"Yes, that."
"Like, he dies half an hour after I stop paying attention to him, and sleeping doesn't count as paying attention."
"That might work," says original.
"Well, it will work," says copy.
"Will it, though? What if you do things or go places and talk to people while I'm not around? How do we keep your memory?"
"...I don't know if I currently have a memory, and even if I didn't that doesn't mean a sapient me wouldn't."
"I don't think my power was designed to work like this."
"Do you think it was designed?"
They both look at Lorica.
"Well, this is all sort of worrying and not the sort of thing we can ethically test, so. Leave it aside until one does pop up sapient and don't run off and do things without the original. Do you think you can get the animals master idea in working order in the next few days or should you go with a different specialty fork?"
"Dunno. I'm feeling very omnipotent right now, and this is exactly the right kind of feeling to test it."
It perches on copy's shoulder. "Can you squint at it?"
The copy does. Neither of them poof. "Guess I don't count as a person."
"Good."
"It's just the belief thing you're immune to," copy continues. He furrows his brows, then shrugs and shakes his head. "I am powerless and also immune to the belief thing. Non-sapient constructs don't have beliefs."
A bot approaches the seagull to inspect it.
"Bot does not count either," Lorica concludes. "Well, there goes my idea of building you a minion that believed in you real hard."
"I think it would! The world is suboptimally arranged and I am displeased about certain facts of it like Endbringers or old age."