Stones of farspeech; within a day of the intro log

[conscientiousobject]

This is very sudden, and perhaps badly timed, for which I apologise.

[He really hopes he's not wasting the time of people trapped in rockslides or something, but--well, he would also hope someone trapped in a rock slide would be focusing on that and not. This.]

But I've just... returned to this place after a long absence and I've been informed there are other robots here now?

Is this true?

My name is Epsilon, and I am--was? Am. A robot myself.

So if anyone who can hear me has any kind of AI, or a similar form of existence... at your convenience, I'd like to speak with you! It's been a long time since I've known any others.

.... also, if you do need help, Ginko and I are able to move a great deal of earth between us, so please say something.

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[a_shadow]

[ Epsilon. It's Epsilon. Good lord. She thought Epsilon was gone. But in these places, did it matter whether someone was dead or not?

She never interacted with Epsilon, so she doesn't realize this isn't the voice he had used after his recovery. She doesn't know anything about that. So she replies. ]

What happened to you?

[conscientiousobject]

I don't understand the question.

Retcon: I've been informed that farstones don't have text

[a_shadow]

After Washington got you out of the facility. Tell me what happened to you.

You'd think I'd have known, but I missed a lot of March

[conscientiousobject]

I... have no idea what you're talking about.

Who is Agent Washington?

[a_shadow]

If you don't know, how'd you know Washington is an agent?

[ She blows out a grunt of frustration. ]

Don't know what you think you have to gain by keeping it from me, but fine. It's not like I died for you or anything.

[conscientiousobject]

I know because he told me his name.

But I don't know who he is.

And I don't know who you are, either. I think you're mistaking me for a different 'Epsilon.'

[He really didn't get a lot of useful information out of his conversation with Washington.]

[a_shadow]

Sure. That must be it.

[ Dry sarcasm is evident in her tone. ]

[conscientiousobject]

[Hmmm. That didn't work. Epsilon tries a different approach, keeping his voice calm.]

Well, if you're so sure... why don't you tell me who I am?

[a_shadow]

Like I'm going to just say it out where everyone can hear.

[conscientiousobject]

.... would you prefer to meet in person?

Someplace public, perhaps the Denny, or the mana pool.

[a_shadow]

Yes. That would be good. Let's go to the Denny.