Yes

"Doctor?" Bree broke the long silence, placing her palm against his, "I am detecting no abnormalities, Doctor, are you okay?"

It was now the second day aboard the Clover. The previous day, Alex and Bree had non-stop work as many of the people that woke up after stasis had contracted Deep Sleep Sickness. A illness that can afflict almost anyone, but is uncommon given today's advanced technology.

"I'm fine, Bree. Just a bit tired. Continue on with your tasks."

"Affirmative."

Behind him, Alex heard the sound of a door hissing open. Another patient? Swinging his chair round, with clipboard in hand, Alex found himself looking at a proud woman. Dressed in the officer standard-issue gray uniform, with shoulder-length brunette hair that fell over her white skin, and a pair of friendly-blue eyes, Alex knew who this was immediately.

"And what can I do for our lovely Captain?" He said, speaking over his clipboard.

"Sergeant Alex, I assume?"

"You assume correctly."

"As embarrassing at this situation is; you are the only qualified doctor on-board the Clover, and I have heard highly of your previous exploits. Unfortunately, I believe I contracted the sickness."

"Ma'am, I am a professional. There is no reason to be embarrassed around me."

"I knew this may be a problem when I signed on the mission, but I didn't think I would actually get it."

"It happens to the best of us. Now please, take a seat on the operating table and I'll administer the serum."

Alex opens a refrigerated containment box and removes a syringe housing a white liquid. Giving it a few squirts, Alex rolls on over to Captain Teal, "Rolls up your sleeve." Captain Teal does as she is tolled and rolls up her sleeve, exposing her shoulder, "This may sting for a moment." Alex inserts the needle into her arm and injects the liquid.

"All done." he says, placing a coat of healing gel over the entrance wound.

Soon the doctor was once again alone with Bree who had started compiling a list of people with the illness. Alex lovingly watched his assistance, he couldn't believe how much she looked like his actual daughter. Had the higher-ups intentionally created her like that? Or was it just coincidence? He watched her walk around the small room dressed in only the clone issued medial outfit, which consisted of a white cotton one-piece under a large green shirt. Every she bent over, Alex could see her round little ass that filled the one-piece like it an additional layer of skin. Was it wrong for this to actually turn him on?

He shook his head, throwing the thoughts of anything sexual from his mind, but that didn't keep him from staring.

"Doctor, do you find my rump fascinating?" Bree asked, further leaning down and revealing more of her butt, "If you wish, I can disrobe for you. You are my tutor after all."

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but notice how much like my daughter you look. Pardon me if I rubbed off the wrong way."

"Do you love your daughter, doctor?"

"What a silly question to ask, of course I do."

"Then I will disrobe for your viewing pleasure."

It took a moment for Alex 's brain to process what he had just heart.

Wait, what?