[The perfectly human-looking woman speaking to her from the viewscreen has been imparting valuable information in an open, friendly manner. She wishes she could recall a word of it. It'll probably come back to her later, but for now all she can think is--]

You're a robot. How-- incredible. I've never seen a more sophisticated artificial lifeform! You're beautiful! I mean, as a being! A whole being. There are so many things I'd like to ask you. I know this probably isn't the time, but please, how are you powered? Your level of artificial intelligence must be staggering. I--

[Realizing she's been going on, she stops herself. She runs a hand back through her hair, disarranging it a little, then smiles apologetically.]

I know how I must sound. It's just, I have a robot of my own. I made him. I miss him. It's such a pleasure to speak to you-- your creator must be a great scientist, Epsilon.