"I just think that. It's kinda of cruel to let the clones come to existence. Even if everything turns out for the best... what we are going to have once this is over?"

"...A lot.  You're going to have a lot."

"What?"

"I don't, can't, know what you're actually struggling with here; I can't read minds.  But...you're going to pull through this.  With everyone here."

"The problem is how, there is... too much of everyone. Not one of us signed up to... be duplicated over and over. Shouldn't we put more effort into, stopping that?"

"...and yet, you sound conflicted about the idea."

"Oh, you probably can't tell. I am Henry-5, the one without a Gabe. I... the others emerged together because they got in together. Except me. And... it isn't fair to put someone through this if you can do something about it."

"...Damn, that sucks.  I'm sorry you've had this ethical conundrum put upon your shoulders.  That said...Given the way you say 'without a Gabe', I bet the Gabes would endorse being cloned for you.  Even into this.  I know if I had left a lover behind despite a cloning machine, I'd endorse pushing the button.

"...Plus, it's probably out of either of our hands; I wouldn't put money on me being able to stop this activation if I tried.  I know too little of how the system works.  ...Speaking of which, I probably ought to take a look at it."

Henry doesn't appear to have in it to comment. Though, he doesn't stop her and instead just follows her towards the cloning crystal.

He indicates a shadow on one side of it... the inner glow makes details hard, but at glance... it looks like a skeleton with veins wrapped around it.

...Yeah, she's going to jack in to the Matrix access the system with her crystal and just...watch it, monitoring its control flow.

"Yeah, there's no stopping this now.  It'd probably be murder, at this point."

She connects and...

It's not like being flung towards a mountain in the sense of being painful. But it is in the sense of sheer sense of size. There is a definite sense of how her previous crystal workings didn't involve this much volume, but there is something more... a density.

There is a pattern there in the crystal, but that is about all she can tell about it. She can't feel a distinct texture or anything about it, only a presence.

Also, her head feels dizzy again.

"Fucking hell it's drawing on me.  Need food, stat," she bites out, bracing herself against the crystal and trying to sketch out what she can, in whatever medium she can make work.