!em3oEn8LAg 05/21/10(Fri)23:24 No.9973570|
"I'll bet it was nice working with 33."
"Oh, it was!" Clara says, beaming. "He was the kindest man, and everyone always listened to what he said, because they knew how smart he was. It was very impressive. The only thing is," she says, putting a finger to her bottom lip, "things were never very exciting working with 33. Even when we escaped, we came here, and he tried to send out the radio signal, to tell people what they needed to do, but it was never very exciting. Frightening, maybe..."
"What's the first thing you remember? Maybe you can remember someone else that could fix you?"
"Several of the Arkham employees were skilled enough to perform rudimentary repairs; they all marveled at the complexity of my interior designs, but maybe one of them could fix my arm, at least. And the first thing I remember...hmmm...I remember waking up, opening my eyes, and being frightened and confused. I had information, but I didn't know how. I had no memories, but I knew how to scan the room's temperature, my skin could feel the relative windspeed. I think my mind was made too human, I was shocked by these foreign senses. And then 33 was there, telling me everything was going to be all right, that I was going to be his helper, that I was going to help him protect people. That's what I always thought we were doing, helping Arkham protect people."