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[backsassin]

[Hello Moira crew, did you think you’d be sleeping at the equivalent of roughly three o’clock in the not-yet-morning? Well, you’re not, because one of your new shipmates has decided her message is more important.

The face of a young woman with short, coppery-blonde hair and green eyes appears on the screen. At first glance, it may look like she’s resting her head against a wall, but after a couple of seconds spent working out the angle, you can work out that she’s actually laying her head on the flat surface of a table, possibly of a bar.]

Hey there. [The absent smile on her face is unexpectedly intimate, as if she’s lying next to you at that very moment.] I… don’t really know how this works anymore. [It’s unclear what she means by “this.” Maybe she doesn't mean anything. It doesn't take a genius to know that she's heavily inebriated. A hand appears to scrub at her eyes, then cover them. The smile falls from her face.]

Someone mentioned a library. Shouldn’t the afterlife have… I don’t know. All the books in the galaxy?... That sounds right. [Two fingers part to reveal an eye. It’s blue.]

What should I read? I want something… I want something where the guy dies. [She gives a short laugh.] But it should have a happy ending.

Nothing boring either. Something with action. Shoot-outs. Battles. Things like that. [Her hand drops away from her face, and her mismatched blue and green gaze wanders away from the screen.]

Where's the library anyway?

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[backsassin]

I haven’t run into anything like that.

[She chuckles.] I guess that does make me lucky. I’m pretty sure everyone from home wants me dead. It would probably make things easier if they didn’t remember me…

[vengeance_driven]

I know what that part is like. It is good to know that they didn't actually get their way, isn't it?

[Because as much as he wants to die, he also doesn't want most of the assholes that want him to die to get anything from him.] It gets pretty strange, though. And tiring, if you meet someone and then have to meet them several times. Sooner or later you do not wish to introduce yourself.

[backsassin]

[She laughs.] Haven’t you been paying attention? They did get their way.

Don’t worry. I’ll tell the other versions of me your name so you won’t have to introduce yourself to them. [She pauses.] ...What was your name again?

[vengeance_driven]

Not if you're standing here with a pulse. Then what they have is a you-shaped doll.

Niko Bellic. What's yours?

[backsassin]

A me-shaped doll lying dead in an alley… That makes even less sense, you know.

I’m Zam. And I know I’m dead. The saberdart hit me riiiight… [A finger makes its unsteady way to the side of her neck.] …here. And I saw it in the glass at the hotel.

You could’ve died and just not know it. Sniper bullet from somewhere far, far away. Or a heart attack. Or a bomb. [She shrugs.]You wouldn’t even know.

[vengeance_driven]

I am certain.

A recruiter asked me if I wanted a job where I could see the universe, go into space. I thought he was full of shit and said yes as a joke. Because of this, I was recruited onto their shitty ship.

Since then, my contract has somehow been moved to this one. But I am certain I was not dead then. Three of us came here from that ship, so I'm pretty sure we all have different sort of possibilities of how to get here.

So now I am on this ship instead of that one, and it's still bullshit.