Okay, a sixteenth chapter here…not much to say, on to the chapter!!!! Oh, in case anyone is wondering what a parsec is (I mentioned one in the last chapter), it is three light years, or 17 trillion miles. Yes, it is a real measure of distance!

"Imperfect clone? I still don't get it." Stitch said, scratching the top of his head. Jumba sighed and pulled up a holo-file he had created over the past few minutes of the clone.

"See, is in reality not close enough to be clone, but too close to be anything else. So is imperfect clone. Has separate abilities, different personality, different gender, different size and coloration….in reality, will have to make new classification of experiment." Jumba said. The holo-file compared Mobius and the imperfect clone, comparing EVERYTHING about the two. On the strength scale (how much each can lift), the clone could lift about a ton more than Mobius, who could only lift nine tons to begin with. On the defense scale (how severe their injuries have to be before they give out), they were both equal to each other, which was pretty close to Stitch, if just a bit lower. In terms of speed and stealth, the clone beat Mobius in speed but he beat her in stealth. In terms of offensive power, both were pretty low, but each had a trump card. Mobius had his Shadow Merger, and the clone had an EM wave. In terms of intelligence, both were equal to a supercomputer as far as memory goes, and in terms of synapse speed in thinking and in reflexes, both were well above most experiments, but still below Stitch. And each had a unique talent (not a power) that separated them from each other. Mobius could change his fur color to a degree that would make a chameleon jealous. The clone could change her voice to a degree that would make any comedian jealous. On a scale of E to S, both were high A's overall.

"So what you are saying is she isn't a clone, but she is? I know, she can be a clome! No, wait, that sounds stupid." Mobius said enthusiastically.

"I'd rather be myself than a clone." came a voice. Everyone turned to look at the 'imperfect clone', surprised. Mobius had known she could speak, hence the Hamsterveil impression, but this time was different. She had said something in her own voice, which for some reason, seemed as soothing to everyone as the empathic waves Mobius gave off when he was first activated. "What? You thought I was stupid?" she asked, blinking.

"Ye-" Stitch began, before being cut off.

"No, it's just you were so…quiet…I assumed you were either too shy or scared or were mute by some fault or something." Mobius said, looking at the ground with the last part. "Sorry."

"It's…okay…I think. What are you looking at the ground for?" she asked. Mobius looked up. If it weren't for the fact that most of his fur was a darker shade of black than a black cat eating a black licorice stick in a coal mine at midnight, she'd have seen him blushing big time.

"Nothing, nothing…" he said, trying to regain his composure. Jumba and Stitch each exchanged knowing glances, despite neither was currently going to say anything.

A little while later, the happy couple (635 and Mediator) were heading to the section of the lab Jumba was always in to tell him that they had named their daughter Teal, after her fur color. They went in to find he was talking to…

Okay, cliffhanger. Wonder who he was talking to? Well, you'll have to find that out for yourself. Please review!