Steven was his clone name. They told him he'd been a clone of the Steven McIntire Allen 0. He had no reason to doubt.
He didn't feel like a clone. He felt like a person. He felt like him.
He was only 15, so he'd not yet been asked to choose a name. Because he was a descendant of her father, Her Highness the most Serene Certitude would grant him a family name if he chose one. The middle names were up to him too. She didn't need to certify those.
They could feel the Skye Princess in the orbs. Q said she was far away, and showed him on a map. There was no way to be certain. The Q claimed that in this iteration of his physical self, he would not likely meet her in person. She was too far.
If all went as usual, his consciousness would be transferred into a clone. He could choose the clone body he wanted and, if they ever encountered another orb, he would be welcome to separate his pod from the orbs and join the new orb(s).
