Oh god, this Avery guy really had gotten into Lyra's head. "Okay, hold up." Rosario held up an index finger. "One, you can't prove a negative. Two," she raised another finger, "scrubbing the net is next to impossible, but who says they were there to start with?" Her working theory was that they hadn't been. The Goldenhawks had been weird and secretive since way before the internet, and the easiest way to scrub stories was to prevent them from going to print in the first place. "And three— why cloning? Like, what would the actual point be? This is why nobody does it. Even if it works, all you've got at the end is a baby that looks like you, and you can get that the old-fashioned way."