[ He feels like he's not going to like where this is going. ]
Yeah, basically.
Yeah, basically.
Just the name. I still remember other aliases, I still remember who I am and all, I just don't know what I called myself. It says my name on the PHS, but I can't read it. And when people say it, I can't remember it afterwards.
Seems like it. I know other people have read my name off it before, but it still sounds like the first time I'm hearing it.
And it definitely doesn't sound like it should be my name anyway.
So no, confiding our memories probably isn't going to work.
[ Which he hasn't thought about until just now. Christ, that's depressing. ]
And it definitely doesn't sound like it should be my name anyway.
So no, confiding our memories probably isn't going to work.
[ Which he hasn't thought about until just now. Christ, that's depressing. ]
Yeah. Trust me, there's plenty I'd love to forget, but I have to remember it anyway. But not if this place just decides to take a scalpel to all my memories.
Okay, one, [ raises a metal finger which is still ever so slightly crusted with blood if you look really hard between the plating ] it's not like we had any other tools around we could use to judge the depth of the wound.
And two, it's not like I'm a forensic scientist. Hell, I doubt any of us are.
And two, it's not like I'm a forensic scientist. Hell, I doubt any of us are.
Did you?
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance as he looks over the hand again. ]
It's pretty sturdy. But the plating is a pain in the neck to deal with. I don't know why they designed this stupid thing with so many crevices. This always happens.
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance as he looks over the hand again. ]
It's pretty sturdy. But the plating is a pain in the neck to deal with. I don't know why they designed this stupid thing with so many crevices. This always happens.
I had another arm model a while ago with interchangeable hands, and one of them was more or less exactly like that.
Gotta say, not my favorite one. I'm a simple man, I just prefer to have a regular five-fingered hand.
Gotta say, not my favorite one. I'm a simple man, I just prefer to have a regular five-fingered hand.
Since the '50s, so... [ he does the math in his head ] ...about 75 years now.
Oh I'm human, alright. I'm just what happens when you make a popsicle out of one for years at a time.
Well, I was out of sorts for a long time every time I got unfrozen, but I got better eventually.
[ Although he's not sure if his being "out of sorts" was due to the freezing or the copious brainwashing. Or some mixture of the two. ]
[ Although he's not sure if his being "out of sorts" was due to the freezing or the copious brainwashing. Or some mixture of the two. ]
[ Frowns, because he hates the implication he did this to himself, intentionally or otherwise. ]
No. The first time was an accident. The rest were...planned. Outside of my control.
No. The first time was an accident. The rest were...planned. Outside of my control.
[ Well. At least he doesn't have to describe it himself. ]
Yeah, pretty much.
Yeah, pretty much.

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