| I romanticized my death so nicely. I'd been|
injured, couldn't be saved, and they used my
brain because they couldn't stand to be without
me. That was nothing but fantasy. My name
was Dr. Hannah Eleanor Grace. My body was
used to build one of those... things.
That's the funny thing about memory.
Sometimes, it's just better to forget.
|Infernal Infiltration War |
|Be careful, Exile. Too many have died down|
here, including me. After I died while responding
to a mining emergency, my brain was preserved
and used as the wiring for a SurgeryBot. Being
stolen to work on Ulysses was the best thing that
could happen to me -- he helped me remember
the humanity I possessed before my death.
I don't recall what's in these horrible Mines, but I
believe that the Delta Vault holds the secrets of
my own past as well as my husband's.
|Old Text |
|Of all of Ulysses' creations, he says I am his|
greatest masterpiece. When I was his surgeon,
all he knew of me was my voice and the cold
touch of my scalpel; I gave him eyes, and in
return he gave me a vision worth seeing. Though
his face is burned beyond recognition, he's a
thing of beauty to me. One could say we gave
each other life; I have vowed to stand by his
side for the remainder of mine.
We don't get too many visitors here, but you're
free to peruse our wares. Just watch your step-
Ulysses and I are of the same mind, and often
our creations take precedence over tidying up!