"You want to clone her?"
The Terminal's face appeared on the large electronic screen, looking somewhat eerie due to the distorted proportions.
"Yes, is it possible?" Li Zheng nodded, feeling uncertain because of the Terminal's attitude.
The Terminal pondered for a moment, and a large stream of data flashed across the screen, seemingly calculating the feasibility of this task: "Cloning a deceased person has no successful precedent in the Outer City, but I can try, as long as we can find any living cell tissue from her body."
Li Zheng's eyes lit up: "Does this mean there's at least a fifty percent chance?"
"Not that high." The Terminal's face was somber, not optimistic about the prospect: "Do you know why cloning technology once thrived in the Outer City, yet no one has successfully cloned a deceased person?
