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Because she's crazy.

[Hold the phone.]

Wait, hang on, This is supposed to be about you. Don't think you can change the subject on me.

[ she does look slightly skeptical at that for a moment (the girl did seem a bit odd) before she is crinkling her nose and sighing. ]

Hey, I'm allowed to ask a few questions if I'm supposed to trust you, aren't I?

[Point point this is a finger point.]

You are, but not in such a way as to divert attention from why I came here in the first place. You promised.

[ she makes a small face at that, sighing as she does. ]

Okay fine. What would you like to know?

[ might as well start there. at least that way she can leave out stuff if she needs to. ]

[Now he will rub his chin in thought. It's very thoughtful.]

I want to know what you were on about when you posted that anonymous...thing to the network.

[ a long sigh. ]

Would you believe me if I told you I was involved in illegal activities before I showed up here?

[He considers this for a moment, squinting and nodding slowly.]

Ah, yeah, sure, I'd believe it.

[Wheatley's heard much weirder things, after all.]

[ hey, she had to ask. she sort of has expected that no would believe her when she mentioned it. (she doesn't exactly look like a criminal after all) ]

It's the truth. [ and she does smile at that, because it's sort of nice to be able to admit to folks. ] I was an Architect for a job where people entered others dreams to steal things.

[ yep, that would be the gist of it. ]

I'm not exactly proud of that fact, but I can't change it.

[His expressions shifts from one of consideration to confusion.]

Sorry, you might have to--have to explain that terminology to me.

[Dreams are sort of new to him, after all.]

[ she frowns in thought for a moment at that, really having to figure out the best way to describe it to him. ]

Well... when you sleep, you see things in your mind, right? [ at least she assumes he does. how it works with him because of all those robot things, she has no idea. ] It's basically like watching tv or a play in your head.

No, no, I know what dreams are, thanks.

[He huffs. Honestly.]

I mean, you and this--this architect business, what does that mean, exactly?

Oh! [ she just sheepishly smiles at that. she really didn't mean to insult him if she did. ]

Um... [ thinking... ] I can create a persons dream - I need a Machine to help me of course - but I can enter a persons dreams and create a whole world for them to run around in.

[ thats a simple explanation, right? she really just wants to take baby steps here - she knows it's a lot for a person to take in after all. ]

[The explanation makes sense, even if that kind of technology doesn't really show up on Wheatley's radar. Since arriving on the ship, however, he'll buy lots of things. What he doesn't get is what this has to do with Ariadne's anonymous network post.]

And that is...illegal. Somehow.

[That's the part he clearly doesn't get.]

Why is that illegal? Exactly?

[ her brow just arches, somewhat surprised that he didn't instantly think that was a bad thing - everyone is suppose to think she did a bad, bad thing…aren't they? ]

It's an extremely illegal thing. [ she can't deny that fact ] I invaded peoples minds without asking, and I helped to destroy a mans life while doing so.

[ well... not technically destroy. she just tends to have a great amount of guilt about it since she wore her mask. ]

[He's still squinting, an apparent representation of how he does not really understand that this is a problem.]

Yeah, but you said you only...built dreams, not--other people were doing the invading. Is what I'm gathering.

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