"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.
Pretty damn well, actually. The biomechanical components are pretty resilient and protected, so long as my skull doesn't get split open, which isn't easy to do.
[Hey, what's not to be reassured about? Human skulls are sturdy it is -- metal skulls made of fervidium alloy? Way more so.]
Well, if you want to get technical, my internal components are made of about seventy to eighty percent advanced organic material. Makes me more durable than most.
Next to the notion of you diving, my primary concern was that your components were made up of heavy composites. As you would lack buoyancy, they would make it incredibly difficult, if not impossible, for you to manoeuvre through water.
You know, anything heavy can be capable of floating as well? Elephants are actually rather competant swimmers, and they're over forty times my own weight.
[At least they can agree on heavy things being able to float.
[She just sighs at his response, falling quiet for a moment...]
No, not an elephant. Wasn't supposed to be are that I wasn't human for a long time, either. That was a little factoid just a couple of my previous selves were privvy to from the start, but that's... a long story.
More than once, actually. Whenever I was reset with a new identity, so went any idea that I was not human after all. Guess Gregory pulled some strings to make sure that didn't reflect on my medical records...
[She hadn't thought about it in a long time, let alone bring this up with Oscar at all.]
[The fact that Oscar didn't know (or even knows of Undine at all, actually) is something that Rey never even considered. She just assumes that he is asking for some other reason. A pretty obvious reason, given what she just told him.]
At the Speakeasy. Nick has been staying here with me, too.
[Beyond the experiences he logged from Pleasant Valley, Miss Rey's 'mother' did exist for a time in her world. He knows she could not have been the same young woman who exists in his data records, but the part she played in Miss Rey's history remains the same.
He takes the next boat crossing from the west island to the south island to speak with her offspring about matters that he feels are too delicate to be discussed anywhere but in person. He arrives at Miss Rey's establishment with approximately two minutes to spare. Standing in the entranceway, he scans the room for her.]
[Rey doesn't even bother with a sendoff. She just hangs up and continues her tasks like normal.
[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]
[A few seconds pass as Oscar watches her from afar; not for any particular reason other than a minor feeling of hesitance. He approaches her in an unhurried manner, his footfalls heavy as he crosses the room to greet her.
He stops a small distance away from her to announce his presence.]
Hello, Miss Rey. Thank you for agreeing to my visit. I felt that continuing our conversation in person was more appropriate.
[Should have known that that's the can of worms he was coming over to open.]
Because it was. Of course, you could always say-- [sorry, she's going to be mimicking his voice like an asshole] --"No, 'Miss' Rey, it's not your fault! You weren't in control of yourself." [Snort.] Like that makes what happened easier to live with, or the fact that I see my own hands snapping her neck every day any less.
Why do you want to know, anyway?
[Sorry, Oscar. She doesn't really think you would have any reason to give a damn about Undine.]
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So your internal mechanisms consist of some form of low-density material.
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Well, if you want to get technical, my internal components are made of about seventy to eighty percent advanced organic material. Makes me more durable than most.
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[She snorts.]
You know, anything heavy can be capable of floating as well? Elephants are actually rather competant swimmers, and they're over forty times my own weight.
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But you are the only machine of your kind that I have had the pleasure of meeting, Miss Rey. And you are no elephant.
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[At least they can agree on heavy things being able to float.
[She just sighs at his response, falling quiet for a moment...]
No, not an elephant. Wasn't supposed to be are that I wasn't human for a long time, either. That was a little factoid just a couple of my previous selves were privvy to from the start, but that's... a long story.
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[She hadn't thought about it in a long time, let alone bring this up with Oscar at all.]
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...And I was.
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Was your creator made aware of this?
[Creators?]
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[She's reluctant to mention her father, but:] And Lucas thought I was terminated. Gregory made sure to make it look like I didn't exist anymore.
[For a long time, she wished she was.]
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There is another pause on his end, though it is short.]
Where are you, Miss Rey?
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At the Speakeasy. Nick has been staying here with me, too.
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[Beyond the experiences he logged from Pleasant Valley, Miss Rey's 'mother' did exist for a time in her world. He knows she could not have been the same young woman who exists in his data records, but the part she played in Miss Rey's history remains the same.
He takes the next boat crossing from the west island to the south island to speak with her offspring about matters that he feels are too delicate to be discussed anywhere but in person. He arrives at Miss Rey's establishment with approximately two minutes to spare. Standing in the entranceway, he scans the room for her.]
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[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]
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He stops a small distance away from her to announce his presence.]
Hello, Miss Rey. Thank you for agreeing to my visit. I felt that continuing our conversation in person was more appropriate.
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[Rey shrugs. She spends most of her time here anyway, so it's not like it'd be very difficult to track her down anyway.
[Oscar's comment does make her somewhat uneasy, though.]
What else did you want to talk about? [She should know, but. Playing dumb is easier.]
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He looks up again.]
May I ask you something about what you told me earlier?
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Um, sure. Shoot.
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[Preceded by the barest of pauses, his next query is spoken gently.]
... Why do you believe it was your fault?
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Because it was. Of course, you could always say-- [sorry, she's going to be mimicking his voice like an asshole] --"No, 'Miss' Rey, it's not your fault! You weren't in control of yourself." [Snort.] Like that makes what happened easier to live with, or the fact that I see my own hands snapping her neck every day any less.
Why do you want to know, anyway?
[Sorry, Oscar. She doesn't really think you would have any reason to give a damn about Undine.]
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