They'd been programmed to believe so much of themselves. Kanner hated working with clones like this most of all, because they were almost like people. What kind of sick mind thought it was okay to give something that much autonomy when they were ultimately going to be put into their place?

Why needlessly create unhappiness?

The two standing guard watching impassively, inured to any such cries. They knew the order of things, knew the purpose and necessity. The clone operating the console didn't flinch as he went about his work. These were good cogs in an organic machine.

These five would have to be recorded in the security database if their owners -- or perhaps Guardians -- couldn't keep control of them. Unfortunate that only one genetic match had been determined in the group as a whole. Kanner preferred turning clones over to their proper owners, and having to walk into it blind was annoying. He liked things to make proper sense. Situations like this rarely did.

Kanner moved them each up to the machine, branding them one by one. He looked pained, distraught that they were given such equality on their ship only to be sent here unprepared for the reality.

"I'll be transporting all of us to the Hotel. I had hoped..." he trailed off, shaking his head solemnly. "We'll wait for the rest of your crew there."

The wall singed by Kang's little fit of lighting groaned as it opened, causing Kanner to grimace. "So unnecessary," he said under his breath as he moved them onto a different sort of platform. "Don't worry," he said quietly, "We almost never have particle reassembly issues using the teleportation platforms anymore."

It was his only (maybe even humorous?) warning before the platform activated. Welcome to Galilee, Clones! We hope you enjoy your stay!