Time paradox'd children [audio/action]
--PERSONAL DATA LOG 20XX01.09.032 SAMUS ARAN. RECORDING...--
[Sometime after this, this and this, Samus feels like something is about to break, so she holes up in her gunship for a chat with computer to try and figure it out.]
[The first few seconds of this log is recoded silence, as if Samus didn't even want to make this entry, but soon enough she speaks, voice low, raspy and tired.] Computer.
YES, SAMUS.
Define "mother".
FIRST ENTRY: MOTHER
1. TO GIVE BIRTH TO; CREATE AND PRODUCE.
2. TO WATCH OVER, NOURISH, AND PROTECT MATERNALLY.
3. TO ACT OR SERVE AS A MOTHER.
SECOND ENTRY: MECHANICAL LIFE-FORM MOTHER BRAIN.
Computer.
YES, SAMUS.
Define why I am not befitting of that term. Mother.
...YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY BIOLOGICAL OFFSPRING.
Continue.
YOU CAN NOT PRODUCE BIOLOGICAL OFFSPRING BY NATURAL MEANS. ...IF I MAY EXTEND MY DEFINITIONS, YOU HAVE RECORDED NUMEROUS ENTRIES ABOUT NON-BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN. THE LAST METROID HATCHLING--
...is deceased.
AND JEFFERY GALILEO ANDONUTS--
...is gone.
TERMINATED?
No. He's alive, but it's as if we never met. Something happened and he's younger, and has no memory of me. This is different than death. It feels worse for some reason.
BUT YOU STILL RETAIN YOUR MEMORY OF HIM, CORRECT?
That's probably why, isn't it? I still have a chance to rebuild all those memories but... I also have the choice not to. I can't help but wonder if I should.
YOU WANT TO.
Ha ha ha... I shouldn't let myself get so attached. I know this is only going to happen again, just like it has in the past. If I have no attachment, I... [it sounds like she's gritting her teeth as she speaks] would not... be here, [her voice is escalating] I would not be spilling my guts to you like this, I wouldn't be feeling like this, I wouldn't...!
[She stops herself by slamming something on the console, and sighs.]
This keeps happening to me. This has happened my entire life you think I would have learned by now. This is the life I live.
...ARE YOU SEEKING TO DISCONNECT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?
...He isn't going to miss me.
--...END RECORDING.--
[Sometime after this, this and this, Samus feels like something is about to break, so she holes up in her gunship for a chat with computer to try and figure it out.]
[The first few seconds of this log is recoded silence, as if Samus didn't even want to make this entry, but soon enough she speaks, voice low, raspy and tired.] Computer.
YES, SAMUS.
Define "mother".
FIRST ENTRY: MOTHER
1. TO GIVE BIRTH TO; CREATE AND PRODUCE.
2. TO WATCH OVER, NOURISH, AND PROTECT MATERNALLY.
3. TO ACT OR SERVE AS A MOTHER.
SECOND ENTRY: MECHANICAL LIFE-FORM MOTHER BRAIN.
Computer.
YES, SAMUS.
Define why I am not befitting of that term. Mother.
...YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY BIOLOGICAL OFFSPRING.
Continue.
YOU CAN NOT PRODUCE BIOLOGICAL OFFSPRING BY NATURAL MEANS. ...IF I MAY EXTEND MY DEFINITIONS, YOU HAVE RECORDED NUMEROUS ENTRIES ABOUT NON-BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN. THE LAST METROID HATCHLING--
...is deceased.
AND JEFFERY GALILEO ANDONUTS--
...is gone.
TERMINATED?
No. He's alive, but it's as if we never met. Something happened and he's younger, and has no memory of me. This is different than death. It feels worse for some reason.
BUT YOU STILL RETAIN YOUR MEMORY OF HIM, CORRECT?
That's probably why, isn't it? I still have a chance to rebuild all those memories but... I also have the choice not to. I can't help but wonder if I should.
YOU WANT TO.
Ha ha ha... I shouldn't let myself get so attached. I know this is only going to happen again, just like it has in the past. If I have no attachment, I... [it sounds like she's gritting her teeth as she speaks] would not... be here, [her voice is escalating] I would not be spilling my guts to you like this, I wouldn't be feeling like this, I wouldn't...!
[She stops herself by slamming something on the console, and sighs.]
This keeps happening to me. This has happened my entire life you think I would have learned by now. This is the life I live.
...ARE YOU SEEKING TO DISCONNECT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?
...He isn't going to miss me.
--...END RECORDING.--