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INTERVIEWER: DR. WILLIAM CLARKE
CLARKE: Can you tell us what your name is?
035: My name is [SHORT PAUSE] Concrete Block.
[035 APPEARS PROUD OF THEMSELVES]
CLARKE: Sorry, I meant your casual name, we already know your object.
035: My [PAUSE] casual name?
035: Well I guess you could call me ‘Concrete-y’ for short.
CLARKE: We aren't asking for a nickname, Concrete Block, we need your casual name so that you can be identified in the records.
[035 LOOKS PERPLEXED]
035: Records?
035: Like [PAUSE] my birth certificate?
[DR. CLARKE SIGHS]
CLARKE: That’s an odd way to put it, but yes, we need your regi-
[035 INTERRUPTS DR. CLARKE]
035: Look, I don’t want to be on your show!
[DR. CLARKE IS SHOCKED BY 035’S OUTBURST]
CLARKE: My apologies, but we never said anything about a show, we just need you to answer a couple questions.
035: (UNINTELLIGIBLE)
CLARKE: Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat yourself?
035: Can’t you just.. [035 JESTURES IN A CIRCULAR MOTION] rewind the interview?
CLARKE: Alright, but we still have a few more questions for you
035: Shoot.
CLARKE: Can you tell us about your family?
035: The other blocks? I would say there are about 16 of them? They-
CLARKE: Sorry, 16? How many of those are siblings?
035: I just told you, 16.
CLARKE: Oh, ok. Are your parents dead, or are you from the first generation?
035: What?
CLARKE: I’ll assume that you are from the first generation then, how old are you?
035: How… old am I? I dunno man, honestly.
CLARKE: Sorry, you don't know?
035: Are you expecting me to have it stamped on me like a milk carton?
CLARKE: You… should know this kind of thing.
CLARKE: Can you give me an estimate?
035: Like, 50 or something? Concrete stays around for pretty long.
[NOTE 035 HAS EXPOSED REBAR]
CLARKE: Do you think I'm asking how old your host vessel is?
CLARK: We need your-
[035 INTERRUPTS DR. CLARKE AGAIN]
035: I already told you that I don’t want to be on your show!
CLARKE: What?
CLARKE: Oh, "host".
CLARKE: Well, we don’t want the age of your 'object', we want how long you have been, [PAUSE] living… in it?
035: Living in it?
035: What are you talking about?
CLARKE: Lets… circle back to this later
[DR. CLARKE LOOKS THROUGH NOTES]
035: I'm so lost…
CLARKE: What island are you from?
035: Why would I tell you?
[DR. CLARKE LOOKS CONFUSED]
CLARKE: You… would have told us when you came here.
035: Shouldn’t you already know then?
CLARKE: We cannot find that information if you refuse to tell us anything about yourself.
035: Good.
[THERE IS A BREIF SILENCE]
CLARKE: Well, about your rebar - can you tell us what happened?
035: …Rebar?
CLARKE: The metal sticking out of your head.
035: What are you talking about?
035: What metal?
CLARKE: You… have a huge chunk of your head missing.
CLARKE: Were you unaware of this?
035: I don’t remember-
[035 TOUCHES THEIR EXPOSED REBAR AND WINCES]
CLARKE: Is that painful?
[035 DOES NOT RESPOND]
CLARKE: Um, "Concrety"?
CLARKE: Are you… okay?
[DR. CLARKE WALKS OVER AND CHECKS UP ON 035]
CLARKE: Can you-
035: h-how…
CLARKE: I'm sorry?
035: I-I-I was d-dead..
CLARKE: Oh, have you used a recovery centre?
[035 IMMEDIATELY LOOKS AT DR. CLARKE AND APPEARS SHOCKED]
035: …Recovery?
035: That’s …what pink lemonade said…
CLARKE: Pink lemonade?
CLARKE: Are you referring to Braiden Verdence?
035: Did I die?
035: Am I dead?
CLARKE: Well, if you were recovered, that means you had to have been dead, unless there is something we don't know about.
CLARKE: And we can't know if you don't tell us.
035: Oh my cement, I was dead!!!
CLARKE: …Cement?
CLARKE: That concludes this interview, thank you for your cooperation.
035: Wait I'm not-!