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[The sound of the Sphere's voice is your character's most trusted one, even if it's themselves, and it booms through the network in your heads at nine am on the dot.]

You have questions. Ask them.

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Your reaction to this.

But what will that tell you?

It will tell me how to proceed further.

Further? What is it that you want to do?

I need to solve the answer to the question.

Do you know what the question is or why you must solve it?

What does the answer mean to you?

I know what the question is, but it is beyond the level of your cognitive abilities, it functions in senses that you do not have. And I must solve it to save my people. That is what the answer means to me: the ability to bring them back.

How do you know that if you do not ask us?

Maybe we can help you save your people.

Because you literally do not and cannot understand. And it is not merely saving them. It is also bringing them back.

Back from where?

From the dead.

You bring us back from the dead.

How is it different?

It is a matter of difference of biology. All those who are here are...simplistic comparatively for the lack of a better word. My people are much different.

Biology?

[She has no idea what that is.]

I don't understand.

How your body works versus ours.

I see. I admit I don't know how my body works.

My race isn't human but I imagine that it is similar.

[She inclines her head in an accepting nod.]

I wish I could help you. But since I cannot... perhaps I could ask you one favor. One that I simply wish that you keep in mind while you... continue with what you are doing here. [Inesa hesitates as the memories of their last conversation flicker across her mind.

When she finally speaks, her voice is lower and pleading.] I ask you to please be gentle with those living here. Some have come to call it home. I hope they can continue to do so.

I cannot make any promises as to that. The experiment is running as it needs to be. I can promise that when you return home, you will not remember what has happened here.

But what if I want to remember? Will you let me remember or let me return with those I love?

I cannot make you remember. Your life choices are stretched out before you and have been fixed by who you were. I cannot change them.

Then let me go home with him! I can't forget!

It is not possible.

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