Quote: I ... I don't know who I am. I remember the room with the lights, and the wires snaking down into my head. I remember blue robots -- BUMA? -- and
explosions and friendship... but it's all foggy and ... who am I? I'm not the cute one, nor the stern one, or the tough one or the fast one...
I'm nobody.
The marks on my armor and my scattered memories say that I'm a prototype. A prototype of what? I don't know! I'm somebody's creation... am I
even really alive?
I remember the escape. The startled expressions of my rescuers -- the ones who look so much like the friends I remember. They don't know who I am
either... their memories must be as fragmented as mine.
But I know my place. It is at their side, fighting to help others like me. And maybe, someday, they'll remember me, and I'll know who I am.
No dear, you're not nobody. You have a name.
It's Sylvie.