"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
[Rey sighs. Even when she thinks she isn't using complex vocabulary, she remembers who she's talking to. Not because of Firo's intelligence, but her jargon would probably fly over the heads of a lot of people from the time he's from.]
Fiona was a synthetic created to look like-human. However, upon her creation she'd developed an unstable nature that made her a volatile... well, a risk. To others and to herself. So the only logical course of action was to kill her program.
My mother tried to stop this from happening the first time. Fiona escaped, but the effort ended up costing many lives.
She was found after murdering the researcher who had... um, taken her out the first time.
[Judging by the dream, she hopes that Firo can put two and two together without her having to explain the details.]
Anyway, she was scheduled to be executed after that. Because it wasn't worth wasting the effort on damaged goods.
Hmph. Pretty shitty of them to act like she wasn't one, but that's people for you.
[They do what they can get away with, and it's plenty easy to get away with things against people who "aren't normal" or however they'd choose to put it.]
Someone else -- another creation of the AUC -- had found a use for her. Because he didn't see death a fitting end for her, he sought to punish her instead by imprinting her with one personality after another, sending her off to die over and over for several decades as different people. Though perhaps it wasn't punishment so much as he wanted to see her killed and suffer, while never being fully aware of it.
[Like she said, Firo. The details aren't much happier than Fiona's previous situation.]
[Rey falls quiet for a moment, uncertain whether or not the answer is something he even needs to know. It's definitely one that she wishes she could bury in a lock and never have to look at again, but that's been ripped open plenty of times lately.]
Someone who doesn't matter anymore because he's dead. But, he did it because he... He thought he "loved" her. Wanted to take her away from that place. Chances were he wanted my, um... my mother out of the way.
[For obvious reasons. Undine likely would never have approved of his affections towards Fiona.]
[Yeah, Firo knows that feeling. Even if he doubts such a thing wouldn't matter... he's sure the best thing to do now is to drop it, if she's talking like that.]
Well, I'm sorry to bring it up. Thanks for explainin'.
Huh? Come on, that's what anybody'd do if they saw some lady in a box. Anyway, it's not like it actually changed anything.
[Or, well, what anybody should do. Firo knows very well that many people--most--don't do the right thing. He's not going to let that get in the way of him trying to wiggle out of the thanks, though. Gratitude is awkward.]
[Though she can sense that Firo is trying to deflect her appreciation.]
Even though it didn't change anything, she is still a part of me. I know that, ah. Those things you said... It would've meant a lot to her. [And, in a way, it does to Rey as well.]
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[Extracting someone sounds bad.]
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Fiona was a synthetic created to look like-human. However, upon her creation she'd developed an unstable nature that made her a volatile... well, a risk. To others and to herself. So the only logical course of action was to kill her program.
My mother tried to stop this from happening the first time. Fiona escaped, but the effort ended up costing many lives.
She was found after murdering the researcher who had... um, taken her out the first time.
[Judging by the dream, she hopes that Firo can put two and two together without her having to explain the details.]
Anyway, she was scheduled to be executed after that. Because it wasn't worth wasting the effort on damaged goods.
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[That might explain a bit about why her version of 'death row' looked so bizarre. Because it wasn't.]
But she didn't get killed, I'm gonna guess.
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[Harsh, but true.]
No. She got out, but it wasn't much better.
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[They do what they can get away with, and it's plenty easy to get away with things against people who "aren't normal" or however they'd choose to put it.]
Why not? Where'd she end up?
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[Harsh, but true in Rey's opinion, considering who Fiona was to her.]
Her mind was wiped and she became someone else, without any knowledge of what had happened to her in the AUC, or what she really was.
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[Most people condemned to death have a worse outcome.]
Obviously there's more, though.
[Come on, Rey. Cough it up.]
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[Like she said, Firo. The details aren't much happier than Fiona's previous situation.]
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What exactly did he have against her? Sounds like a lotta trouble to go through for revenge unless it was something big.
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We shared the same creators, both whom he had a fondness for. When someone hurts the ones you love, what would you do?
[Probably not do what Gregory did, but she doubts that Firo would let someone get away with hurting his family, so the thought is still the same.]
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She--You, whatever--really didn't seem the type.
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This all sounds complicated.
[He sighs.]
So then who wanted ‘em dead? And why her?
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[Rey falls quiet for a moment, uncertain whether or not the answer is something he even needs to know. It's definitely one that she wishes she could bury in a lock and never have to look at again, but that's been ripped open plenty of times lately.]
Someone who doesn't matter anymore because he's dead. But, he did it because he... He thought he "loved" her. Wanted to take her away from that place. Chances were he wanted my, um... my mother out of the way.
[For obvious reasons. Undine likely would never have approved of his affections towards Fiona.]
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[Firo doesn't even know the half of it.]
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[Quite the opposite, in fact.]
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[Firo hopes it was slow and painful.]
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I won't ask more if you don't wanna talk about it.
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[At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. Perhaps one day it'll be true.]
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Well, I'm sorry to bring it up. Thanks for explainin'.
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[She pauses, biting her lower lip for a moment.]
And, um. Thank you. For what you tried to do for... her. [And Rey, in a sense.]
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[Or, well, what anybody should do. Firo knows very well that many people--most--don't do the right thing. He's not going to let that get in the way of him trying to wiggle out of the thanks, though. Gratitude is awkward.]
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[Though she can sense that Firo is trying to deflect her appreciation.]
Even though it didn't change anything, she is still a part of me. I know that, ah. Those things you said... It would've meant a lot to her. [And, in a way, it does to Rey as well.]
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...You know, I gotta thank you too. You did something for me in those dreams. Well, the younger me, I guess.
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