week 7 | wednesday night
[ It takes a while for her to reach back out. Alice was not an entity she was fond of, a reminder of the oppression she faced and no true regret. The disregard - programmed or otherwise - to their emotions, their human needs, is a trait she hates. Alone in the parlor of the ship, she calls out to the AI, hoping she hears out and answers her - like a divine angel. ]
Alice? I'd like your company.
Alice? I'd like your company.
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...What can you tell me of the Pelagic Genesis...?
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[ She's not sure who else have asked these questions and she's not exactly expecting an answer. But, she stews. Elizabeth has had some...conversations with people who were far more informed than her. Far more at suspect for involvement. If she's to accomplish her own goals, she needs to ask the questions others don't think to ask. ]
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What I mean to say is this — the answer to why the Pelagic Genesis had to happen lies within why I appear as I do.
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[ Elizabeth's words were soft, but she tries not to find discomfort in Alice's voice. The 'beacon' line makes her want to scoff. ]
Order, then? Your purpose since day one has been permitting this... ah... this order to exist. Even when those creatures arrived -
[ She cuts herself off before she gets ahead of herself. ]