Lara responds with a scream.
LARA
Enough! You always blame Father!
As she storms out of the house, the door slams shut behind her.
INT. EVENING. ENTERANCE TO THE OPERATING ROOM
Lara, the girl, lies on a hospital bed, with her head propped up by several pillows. The professor and Lara's mother stand by her bedside, and her mother holds onto her daughter's hand. There is hope in her mother's eyes, mingled with deep concern. Lara turns her gaze toward the professor.
LARA
I wanted to ask you, Professor.
PROFESSOR
Yes?
LARA
Will my memories be transferred to the clones?
PROFESSOR
The answer is yes. Everything transfers, from the tiniest scratches or warts on your feet to your birthmarks, moles, disabled fallopian tubes, and memories, starting from the moment you were born.
Lara remains silent, sinking into a somber mood. The professor leans over and gently kisses her forehead.
PROFESSOR
Believe me, dear. We have scanned your brain. You possess an angelic nature, devoid of any trace of evil or negative energy. The memories you carry are beautiful, and I am certain that your duplicates will cherish them until their last day.
Lara remains indifferent to the professor's sweet words.