asgardeventide | First Imprint; Video

[Could this be an imprint? An imprint gone wrong? Claire didn’t know as she looked at the device. She knew enough that this was some communication device that the video feed was transmitting, that someone or more were watching. A brunette with slashes that were healed over stared into the feed, calm. It would take more to unnerve her.]

This is Dr. Claire Saunders. I need—I need to return to—Los Angeles. [She couldn’t openly call out the Dollhouse. No, she didn’t want to end up in the attic. Then another thought crosses her.]

Topher, if this is some sort of joke because I tried to sleep with you, I’m not laughing.

[But then it could be Alpha? Could he design a program like this?]

Alpha? [Even saying his name makes her blood freeze.] Alpha. I’m no longer a threat. I’m not even Whiskey any more, and Echo is number one now. Just—just take me back.

[Not even Adele could be stupid enough to unleash her on the world. Not when it isn’t her choice, and she’s programmed to dislike most everything.]

I—I don’t have a handler, do I?

[Her mind is reeling. How could this happen? All the likely scenarios and imprint technology goes through her head. She’s back to being calm, handling the situation as is needed.]

I need information on this place.

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Can't say it's the US either.

[Oh, complicated.] I don't know where I'm from. Originally.

It's complicated.

That is certainly true. And I suppose that even if our hosts claim to be Norse gods, we can't be sure this is really Europe.

Originally? It must be complicated.

We could be anywhere if the parameters of whatever this is is expanded. Given the correct technology of course, but it's possible. Why they would choose me is still unknown. There are far more suited individuals that I know. [Echo for example.]

Like I said technology can do wonderful things. [She sighs. It's not that she's not willing to admit that she's some sort of conglomeration of Dr. Saunders and whatever else she's become since knowing about Whiskey, but not here. Not on these things. Not if she's right about the technology. If this could be some unheard of Dollhouse or even just the technology used for it-- if the the technology was leaked. And knowing Topher, it could be.]

The parameters expanded ... What would the correct technology consist of?

Honestly? A computer programmer with no morals. [Yup, that sums up Topher.]

And by computer you mean ... ?

Right. 1800s. A much more complicated version of the device we're using to communicate.

And a computer can -- simulate reality?

Virtual reality, but even aside from that-- it can get so much worse. Tricking the brain.

Is there any way to distinguish between a computer simulated reality and -- reality?

Not unless you have the skills.

Do you?

I know a decent enough about technology in my world. I'm no programmer or neuroscience phenom, but I'm a product of it.

I'll trust that you know what signs to look for then.

What confuses me is that if your hypothesis is correct, and this is a technological illusion, that doesn't explain how everyone was brought here from different places and different times. If our captors have the ability to bring me forward over a hundred years, then it seems to me that they wouldn't need to resort to illusion.

Unless that's the illusion. [She raises an eyebrow.]

I know who I am, Dr Saunders.

So do I. [This isn't her body. Or she didn't technically exist.]

I can't help you then? I suppose there's nothing more to say then.

Good luck, Dr Saunders. I hope you find some answers.

I understand. [It wasn't easy learning she wasn't who she believed she was.]

Thank you for providing me with what you know. It's all theory at this point, you know.

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