We only have fragments of data about the Cleenrs and can only speculate as to their true nature and appearence. The most useful data we have has come from a Cleener with the designation 0162Stan. The following fragmentary texts are from this entity.

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'I’m their granddad you see, well, great, great granddad really. I was put into this suit when I was an old, old man of 60 and I spent a good few years in a Cleenr crew before She came into the city and Wakened us and we found out what we was; just old people with new bodies, far from our homes and doing dirty work for the GOV and corporation. 

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 - [0162 Stan references The Wakening several times in the texts we have received from him. We still don't know what this Wakening was or who the 'She' is that Stan refers to in this and other texts.]

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'I hadn't wanted to Pass Over, but it was the right thing to do when you got a bit old and creaky. Leave resources for the youngsters, keep the human race going by making way for the kids and the mamas. I loved my grandchildren, maybe even more than I’d loved my own kids and Passing Over was hard, hard. So when that girl from Cyb_Corp offered me an out, to become a Cleenr and be part of trying to save the World, of course I said yes.

   But then I went away and I was a Cleenr only, not Stan, not a granddad, just a creative thinking machine, part of a crew.'

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 -  [to 'Pass Over' seems to be a euphemism for voluntary euthanasia. Please see the Dead Man text for more information]

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'They don’t know I'm Stan. They don’t know I’m their great, great granddad. As soon as I went back, I saw that explaining who I really was would be cruel. My citizens knew of Cleenrs, they knew we tried to save the world. They recognise that I am useful and strong and can take care of the tech that keeps them alive and breathing, so they tolerate me. But the real horror of us, that there are bits of old people's bodies and minds inside these golden carapaces? No-one outside of Cyb_Corp knows that.

   How would they take it, those citizens who lose three out of every four babies, who must choose to Pass Over, taking poison to end their lives at fifty, younger if they have any illness or disability? How would they take the knowledge that an ancestor is amongst them, a being who is probably immortal, or as near as? Sometimes I wonder if, in the weeks after I Woke up, I stopped thinking. Perhaps it was the shock? Because all I could think back then was, 'go home,' and home to me was the Enclave and the people there.'

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 -  [From this text we understand that old people were used to create the Cleenrs. 0162Stan writes that there are 'bits of old people's bodies and minds inside these golden carapaces,' but we don't yet have any clearer data as to how the cyborgs were created, or how much of the human body survives the process. Which 'bits' are inside the 'carapace?']

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'They didn't bother making us Cleenrs look very human. Our limbs were designed to be interchangeable, depending on the work and terrain, so we don’t all have arms and legs that even pretend to look human, some have pneumatics and drills and all sorts. I have arms and hands that look sort of human, except for being steel and gold. My lower limbs are pneumatic prongs and I have some attachments strapped to what would be my thighs on a human body. My torso is big, like all Cleenrs, because that’s where we are, curled up inside all that steel and gold like little maggots. I don't know what my human body looks like now. Are we just a head and torso? Did they take off our arms and legs like 0142Peter said? I don't know, and I try not to think about it.'

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