"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.
[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.]
[Oscar doesn't answer immediately, processing her response in its entirety.
It is precisely as he suspected. If the Undine he remembers shared likenesses with the one known to Miss Rey, and if Miss Rey was anything like the woman in front of him at the time of the incident, then it could not have been through any ill intention or inclination of Rey's that harm befell her creator.]
I don't claim to have met your creator.
But it was at about this time a year ago that I came into possession of an exhaustive amount of data pertaining to a young woman who went by the name of Dr. Undine Valentine.
[She stops herself before she can continue that train of thought. No, no, don't try to explain, Oscar. Rey sort of already knows and is afraid to even hear what he knows about her mother.
[Not to mention... the awkwardness of her sharing Nick's name in that other happy life they all supposedly lived. She remembers some of those false memories, but they were all so easy to write off...]
It is data that I was made to believe I had recorded. I thought at the time that I had acquired it by way of interpersonal interaction over a notable length of time.
[At first Rey hears differently -- that he had any sort of records, proof that Undine was here. More than a grave marker by the river...
[It has been a while since Rey went there, afraid to find that it did not survive the transition to this planet. She shakes her head, as if to wring out the thought.]
Well, you weren't the only one who... "remembered" her. Nick also...
[Even though she is well aware, she can't help that her face flushes a bit at that. It's always been more of an unspoken fact between Rey and Nick, never something anyone went to her to discuss until now. It's weird.]
These memories are not what they seem, yet I feel that I owe her the duty of informing you on her behalf of the extent to which she believed in your abilities.
[A "duty", he feels... There is an argument that could be made that an automaton is capable of feeling anything, let alone a sense of commitment. That's how Rey used to think, too, until things inevitably changed. She had met Nick, and before Nick, there was Aiden... Neither deserved the things that had happened to them. Both Rey had felt a sort of kinship to.]
You know, there aren't that many people who even know who she was. Had such an impact on robotics and AI, but her name never remembered.
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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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It is precisely as he suspected. If the Undine he remembers shared likenesses with the one known to Miss Rey, and if Miss Rey was anything like the woman in front of him at the time of the incident, then it could not have been through any ill intention or inclination of Rey's that harm befell her creator.]
I don't claim to have met your creator.
But it was at about this time a year ago that I came into possession of an exhaustive amount of data pertaining to a young woman who went by the name of Dr. Undine Valentine.
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Undine Valenti-- oh.
[She stops herself before she can continue that train of thought. No, no, don't try to explain, Oscar. Rey sort of already knows and is afraid to even hear what he knows about her mother.
[Not to mention... the awkwardness of her sharing Nick's name in that other happy life they all supposedly lived. She remembers some of those false memories, but they were all so easy to write off...]
What... sort of data, exactly?
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[It has been a while since Rey went there, afraid to find that it did not survive the transition to this planet. She shakes her head, as if to wring out the thought.]
Well, you weren't the only one who... "remembered" her. Nick also...
[That's a hard thought to finish.]
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[Mr. Valentine was second to her favorite subject of conversation.]
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[Even though she is well aware, she can't help that her face flushes a bit at that. It's always been more of an unspoken fact between Rey and Nick, never something anyone went to her to discuss until now. It's weird.]
Don't know how that happened. [Or why.]
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She may not have been your creator... but her confidence in you was inspiring, Miss Rey.
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[More like love -- something in which Rey is remiss to admit, true that it is.]
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You know, there aren't that many people who even know who she was. Had such an impact on robotics and AI, but her name never remembered.
[Pause.]
It's... good, that people remember her.
[People other than Rey alone, that is.]
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Maybe... but it's not fair to them to be forgotten, either.
[As if life is ever fair.]