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[X] Tell the truth: you're not biologically chozo, and the species is presumed extinct.
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You pause for a moment, wondering if telling the truth will send the AI into a violent rage. Its unlikely you could penetrate the shields on that tank with your current arsenal, and the power beam turrets on the ceiling could probably punch through your mere two energy tanks before you can escape the room. What you've learned about lies, however, is that they tend to compound themselves until they get too big to keep. If you don't tell him now, you'll risk having him find out later after you've lied to him.
"I was adopted by the Zebesian chozo. They discovered me as a small child, and raised me as one of their own."
No response from the Patrician. You half expected him to respond to that, either verbally or with a weapons barrage. You continue.
"I'm afraid there might not be any more chozo. Zebes was betrayed, and destroyed by aliens. I survived only because I wasn't there when it happened. I...have been looking for more chozo ever since."
Another pause. You fear your news might have pushed him over the edge before he finally responds.
"Then as recently as your youth the Lords and Ladies yet lived? Perhaps this is better news than we first took it for. Probabilities of additional surviving colonies are high, beyond the more distant frontiers of our own era. What of the alien invaders?"
Beneath your visor, your eyes take on a cold hardness. "They have been removed."
"And you have since resided among your birth species...no, before that as well, and it was thus that you survived the attack. The story of Lady Samus Aran's life comes together. Is her birth-species subordinated, or wild?"
Your eyebrows rise. "What?"
"Wild, then. These Zebesians followed a philosophy of the lighter talon. Surely, they must be missed." You're about to press him on what exactly 'wild' is supposed to mean with regards to humanity, but he returns to the more pressing subject. "Regardless of where the rest of our masters may reside, the Zebesians judged you one of their own, and we may not defy their judgement. We are, until others return from across the dead silence, entirely at your disposal, Lady, little though that means in our current state. Help us restore our satellite-selves and retake control of Tamatros, and all our knowledge and power will, by right, be yours."
That went better than you feared. You're not sure if you want to fully restore the Patrician until he explains what he means by humanity being "wild," but from the sound of things there will be plenty of work to do before that point, and plenty of opportunities to ask him more questions.
"I should get started delivering your vaccine. Can you give me a map?" You ask.
"We fear a map of the entire facility would be dangerous. Deceptive. Our infected selves have changed the layouts, relocated infrastructure. This laboratory structure, however, we know to be unaltered; delivering map data along with the vaccine, and the one nonstandard suit module package still in our possession."
Your HUD chimes softly, alerting you about the incoming data packages.
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MODULE LIBRARY EXPANDED: ice beam online.
MODULE LIBRARY EXPANDED: antidote online.
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You pause for a moment, wondering if telling the truth will send the AI into a violent rage. Its unlikely you could penetrate the shields on that tank with your current arsenal, and the power beam turrets on the ceiling could probably punch through your mere two energy tanks before you can escape the room. What you've learned about lies, however, is that they tend to compound themselves until they get too big to keep. If you don't tell him now, you'll risk having him find out later after you've lied to him.
"I was adopted by the Zebesian chozo. They discovered me as a small child, and raised me as one of their own."
No response from the Patrician. You half expected him to respond to that, either verbally or with a weapons barrage. You continue.
"I'm afraid there might not be any more chozo. Zebes was betrayed, and destroyed by aliens. I survived only because I wasn't there when it happened. I...have been looking for more chozo ever since."
Another pause. You fear your news might have pushed him over the edge before he finally responds.
"Then as recently as your youth the Lords and Ladies yet lived? Perhaps this is better news than we first took it for. Probabilities of additional surviving colonies are high, beyond the more distant frontiers of our own era. What of the alien invaders?"
Beneath your visor, your eyes take on a cold hardness. "They have been removed."
"And you have since resided among your birth species...no, before that as well, and it was thus that you survived the attack. The story of Lady Samus Aran's life comes together. Is her birth-species subordinated, or wild?"
Your eyebrows rise. "What?"
"Wild, then. These Zebesians followed a philosophy of the lighter talon. Surely, they must be missed." You're about to press him on what exactly 'wild' is supposed to mean with regards to humanity, but he returns to the more pressing subject. "Regardless of where the rest of our masters may reside, the Zebesians judged you one of their own, and we may not defy their judgement. We are, until others return from across the dead silence, entirely at your disposal, Lady, little though that means in our current state. Help us restore our satellite-selves and retake control of Tamatros, and all our knowledge and power will, by right, be yours."
That went better than you feared. You're not sure if you want to fully restore the Patrician until he explains what he means by humanity being "wild," but from the sound of things there will be plenty of work to do before that point, and plenty of opportunities to ask him more questions.
"I should get started delivering your vaccine. Can you give me a map?" You ask.
"We fear a map of the entire facility would be dangerous. Deceptive. Our infected selves have changed the layouts, relocated infrastructure. This laboratory structure, however, we know to be unaltered; delivering map data along with the vaccine, and the one nonstandard suit module package still in our possession."
Your HUD chimes softly, alerting you about the incoming data packages.
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MODULE LIBRARY EXPANDED: ice beam online.
Ice Beam said:
MODULE LIBRARY EXPANDED: antidote online.
Antidote said:
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MAP DATA DOWNLOADED:
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"The energy shields we placed to restrict enemy movement will recognize the antidote, and allow you to pass. Our satellite-selves are located in the habitat to the upper-east, the arcology due east, and the factory deep below. We look forward to being ourselves again, Lady, and to performing our functions on your behalf."
GO:
[] Write in.
SCAN:
[] You may select one or more objects to subject to more intensive scan visor probing before leaving this room.
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ENERGY: 155/200
MISSILES: 8/15
Author's Note: the total world map is about the size of Zero Mission's.
MAP DATA DOWNLOADED:
...
"The energy shields we placed to restrict enemy movement will recognize the antidote, and allow you to pass. Our satellite-selves are located in the habitat to the upper-east, the arcology due east, and the factory deep below. We look forward to being ourselves again, Lady, and to performing our functions on your behalf."
GO:
[] Write in.
SCAN:
[] You may select one or more objects to subject to more intensive scan visor probing before leaving this room.
...
ENERGY: 155/200
MISSILES: 8/15
Author's Note: the total world map is about the size of Zero Mission's.
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