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*Audio feed begins
Celia sounds a little out of breath, but her tone is upbeat and positive*

Ah, now that was a good run.
I've just taken Milo on one of my more demanding routes, the one that goes from top to bottom of the station. He kept up very well and I'm impressed; that run can be difficult, especially if you're not used to exercise.

*draws in air through her nose and out through her mouth deeply, regulating herself back to normal breathing*

But even more so impressive... Milo can help me with my memory. I told him about the trouble I've been having with day-to-day forgetfulness and the the more deeper concern I have for not being able to remember my childhood. I asked him about implant technology... I know he's used a suppression implant before and that got me thinking - surely an implant can be made to do the reverse and actively stimulate memories that have already been suppressed?

*Coughs heavily, followed a very un-ladylike rumble from the back of her throat and a spit*

Ugh... running dislodges some nasty shit...
Yeah, so Milo said he'd be able to put one together with relative ease, he just needed the parts. Now fortunately, I may be able to help with that... I'm pretty sure I have a capsuleer's body on ice in my storage hangar. Think I picked it up by accident when looting a wreck once. Any implants would obviously be inactive now, but Milo might be able to make use of the reclaimed parts.

*A console chimes out a sequence of key-presses, followed by a soft voice acknowledging the call. Celia converses briefly with her Quartermaster*

Bring Item...340091 out of storage and have it sent to my hangar study.
Yes, I know what it is.
Well, use your discretion, idiot! Put a fucking cloth over it!

*The console emits a final chime as the the channel is cut. Celia resumes her monologue in a pleasant tone*

Milo seemed a little cautious at the whole idea of delving into the past. I totally understand his concerns, but I've got to do this. It's like the desire I had to open my emotions; I knew it would be dangerous, but I had to learn out of necessity to keep sane. Hmm, maybe his caution is masking his own fear of his own past... I wonder.

*Console chimes again and jazz begins to play in the background. Celia hums along absently for a few moments*

Now I still have to find me a hacker for those locked files on my parents. Why would CONCORD put a restricted access on them? What interest would CONCORD have in a couple from an impoverished slum on Pator? Have they cross-referenced with Federal records and found that their daughter is a suspect for two murders and is now an outlawed capsuleer?

Hmm. Most likely. Still, considering the talent I keep company with in PRETA, finding an experienced hacker should not be a problem. I'll make enquiries at the 'Hook. It may not be the best place for dinner, but for everything else...

*The music continues to play; after a few moments Celia resumes humming along, occasionally singing out the odd line.
After several minutes, it is apparent she has forgotten that the dictaphone is still recording. An hour of humming, singing, a running shower and the whir of a hairdryer is recorded as Celia goes about her evening in her apartment.*

Shit, is this still recording? I swear, I'll forget to load the fucking autocannons one of these days...

*Audio feed ends*