"Yeah," Hardison said, wondering what exactly Arty had seen about him. There were a lot of things from his past that he wouldn't necessarily want to get around here, but he supposed Arty was as much of a thief as he was. If it came to it, they could blackmail each other.

"I wish I knew the answer to that, but I can't figure this place out either. I don't feel like a clone, but the things they're able to do to us..." Hardison tapered off and shook his head. They shouldn't be able to transplant memories. And even if they could there was no reason to let them keep theirs.

"In the meantime though, it's usually best not to bring the attention of the higher ups to yourself."