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[[With Socrates narration completed, we return to the abandoned junkyard's office. Fred, Trish, Patty, and Dex all respond to Socrates tale.]]
Dex: Then I guess Fred popped out of his spore and instinctively crawled to the nearest safe place: Fooker's stinky apartment. But why didn't he remember you?

Socrates: He was newly formed and had no experiences. Combined with the isolation spore's effects, he had no idea who he was or where he came from.

Socrates: [deflating] I had hoped instinct would have stirred some racial memory, but...
Patty: So did your plan work? Can he both breed and control others?

Socrates: [looking at Fred] I... don't know. We abandoned the base so quickly after he was "born" that we never had a chance to find out.