day 504; video;

[attackeyebrows]

[There’s a close-up of an eye first, topped by a bushy eyebrow, and then the image pulls back to reveal the stern-looking face of an older man. When he speaks, it’s brisk, with a Scottish accent.]

Interesting communication device you’ve got there, definitely not like any technology I recognise. It obviously broadcasts a signal - or else I’m talking to myself, which is one of the signs of a severely disturbed mind - but how? And, more importantly, to whom?

What I’m really interested in here, though, is how you’ve managed to muck around with my biology. I’ve been human once or twice, but the change involved is a bit complicated and messy. Here I am, though, human again, no scars, all my memories intact, and I’d quite like to know how you’ve done it.

[A pause, and then he narrows his gaze.]

And then I’d like you to change me back.

Comments

[allpurposescarf]

Teeth and curls? Teeth and curls?!

[beforethewar]

You act like you've never heard that before. In fact, never said that before about yourself.

Except...well, I suppose you wouldn't remember until later.

[Woops?]

[allpurposescarf]

Wouldn't remember until--

[There's a pause, and you can almost see understanding dawn as he realizes just how he could possibly not remember until later.]

Oh no. Did we really? It wasn't the one with the recorder, was it?

[beforethewar]

Um, no, actually. Your predecessor. The one who liked capes and frills and pretending he's James Bond.

[allpurposescarf]

Oh, of all the-- I should have guessed it might be him. Not that he's got a foot to stand on, with all those frills. I'm not certain I remember why I liked the things, even.