ⅹⅹ- [voice]

[mnementomori]

[a soft voice that might be familiar to some speaks up after a moment, a tinge of weariness in it.]

A lot of people...left again. I want people to be happy at home, but...


What...do you do when...your memories start to fade? I don't want to lose them forever.

Comments

[imperial_ray]

N-no... Gears are just... different.

[mnementomori]

Gears...is that what you're called...?

[she hesitates, the sound of cloth rustling as she clasps her hands together nervously.]

I'm a--..."replica".

[imperial_ray]

Do you mind talking about what a replica is?

[mnementomori]

[there's a pause, and though Dizzy can't see it she shakes her head a little and braces herself.]

Mm.

A...a copy. Of a person.

[imperial_ray]

... How much of you is copied?

[mnementomori]

[another pause.]

I'm not...sure. My...power, and my...my memories were. But I have my own memories now.