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anthony j. crowley

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Who: Betamax and YOU
Broadcast: Video - Open
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Today

[The idle video feed doesn't catch much to start - as soon as Betamax is awake, she's dressed and out the door. It might catch a couple faint echoes of Argos? Argos! Joseph? as she flies off searching for her friends, but eventually she's wandering back and noticing the device as she enters the room.]

[She picks it up and gives it a brief looking over, her facial plates shifting in thought. It's pretty apparent to her what it is and what it's doing; she's dealt with similar tech before. She holds the camera out at arm's length as she addresses it.]

This ship is far too technologically advanced to belong to the Technicians, and I know there's nothing this nice and big in my own world, so ... where am I?

And has anyone seen Argos?

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Oh, you don't have to be sorry. I'm just curious. [Even more curious, at this point.]

But - as strange as it sounds, I don't quite mind this compared to the last place I found myself. [Even though she missed Argos dearly; living life for the sake of entertainment was a fair bit better than the way they were treated by the Technicians.]

Oh. That's not bad - um, being curious.

[she tilts her head, her own curiosity clear on her face] What was the last place you went to like?

[she pauses, and after what looks like her gearing up for something, looks slightly apologetic]

And - I hope it isn't rude to ask, but - but are you some sort of robot? I-I haven't seen someone like you before. Not outside of a movie, anyway.

Oh! I'm an Exo. Uh, I guess I am kind of a robot? I mean as far as I'm aware. I'm all, I mean I'm not biological, anymore. I used to be human. I don't really remember it, though. Memories tend to get lost and scrambled in the wipes.

The world I was in before was ... terrible. Terrifying. We were subjects for experimentation, essentially. Not everyone we shared the Box with were ... pleasant, either.

I'm due for a vacation, I think. [She nods, facial plates shifting into a small smile.]

Whoa . . . wipes - wipes aren't a good thing, but that's - really cool. I've never heard of an Exo before.

[she's talking to a robot who used to be human that is awesome.

. . . of course the mention of the other world she was in sort of kills the excitement]

That - sounds really terrible. Why were they - why would they do that?

T-They don't do that here, at least. I don't think they do. It's been - nice so far.

I never got to find out, really. They had something happen to their initial location shortly after I arrived; most of my time there was spent in transit, and we hadn't quite settled when I left.

But I'm here now. [Yes, the Box was awful, and she'd had some pretty truamtatic times there, but she's not one to dwell on it.]

So! What do you like about the fleet?

Oh. I'm - glad that you didn't find out, then. It doesn't - sound like it would be very nice.

[she's more than happy to change the subject, but she's probably going to give answers a little different from everyone else]

What do I like? Um - there's a library on one of the other ships, the Iskaulit. I-I like to read, so I spend a lot of time there. Um . . . there's all sorts of different people here, too. Like - like elves, and ghosts, and people who aren't human. It's - interesting.

Oooo, I do like libraries. [Betamax definitely smiles at the prospect, filing Iskaulit for later. However, when the other women mentions Ghosts, Betamax's face really lights up - almost literally.]

Ghosts? There are ghosts here? W-which ones, whose, do you know? [She actually grabs the communicator and draws it close in excitement. She is actually thinking of an entirely different definition of Ghost. She's been without hers since her arrival in the Box, previously, and she still misses him.]

There's a lot to choose from. I-It's really decent, so - you'll definitely like it.

[she blinks in surprise and - despite there being a screen between them - leans back a little bit. She has never seen someone so excited over ghosts - which, well, that's good for her personally, maybe]

I don't - um, they don't belong to anyone? They're just . . . normal ghosts. Um, t-they don't haunt anything, though. They're just sort of - here.

[she sure is just sort of "here"]

I'd like to meet them. Could you introduce me to them?

[Once she's off this homeship. If she's allowed off this homeship? She's not sure how it works but she's going to start feeling cabin fever in pretty short order.]

You want to meet ghosts?

[she. She has to ask. No one ever wants to meet a ghost]

Yes, I do. I haven't seen mine in ages and I miss the little guy.

Little guy?

[. . .]

I - I think we're thinking different kinds of ghosts.

... oh?

What other ghosts could be we thinking about?

[She's trying to keep strong, but she can't help a little desolation creep into her voice; her Ghost was very important to her and she just hoped maybe - maybe - he'd be here.]

Um - the spirit kind. Dead people?

[she feels a little bad, now]

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