And I wonder if the talk of an invasion force is just that, talk, and if this isn’t something else, some kind of experiment in case we get into a real situation, something that’ll become bigger.
Because I don’t ever remember the Others fighting back.
If Squids can look surprised, these did.
All of them.
So that’s my theory for what good it’ll do.
There’s still girls dying up there. Women, I guess, creatures, footsoldiers, whatever they want to create.
Then we come back, and we become this: things.
Because we can’t ever be the Remembered Ones. Not again.
But you know that.
You’re studying as many of us as you can. That’s clear too.
I’m not even sure you are a doc. Maybe you’re a machine, getting these thoughts, processing them, using some modulated voice to ask the right questions, the ones that provoke these memories.
Since I’ve never seen you.
I never see anyone.
Except the ghosts of myself.
So what are you going to do with me? Reintegration isn’t possible; that’s been tried. (You think I don’t remember? How do you think the Remembered One and I split off in the first place? Once there was just her and the thing. Now there’s three of us, trapped in here—well, two trapped, and one growling, but you know what I mean.)
Sending us back won’t work. We might turn on our comrades. Or ourself. (Probably ourself.)
Sending us home is out of the question, even if we had a home. The Remembered One does, but she’s so far away, she’ll never reintegrate.
Let me tell you what I think you should do. I think you should remove the chip. Move me to a new location. Pretend you’ve never interviewed me.
Then you’d just be faced with the Thing.
And the Thing should be put out of its misery.
We should be put out of its misery.
Monica and LaTrice weren’t wrong, Doc. They were just crude. They used what methods they had at their disposal.
They were proactive.
I can’t be. You’ve got all three of us bound up here.
Let us go.
Send us back, all by ourselves. No team, no combat formation. Hell, not even any weapons.
Let us die.
It’s the only humane thing to do.