SAI is seated at a table in the center of the interrogation room. Dr. █████ is seated across from her with a recording device and clipboard. SAI's voice is entirely monotone and her face is expressionless.
█████: ...Is it recording? Ok.
The date is the 19th of December. The time is... 4:00PM.
Suspected Anomalous Individual, please state your name.
SAI: destiny eath.
█████: Can you spell that, as well as state pronunciation for the sake of the transcript?
SAI: destiny. figure that one out. eath is spelt "E-A-T-H", pronounced "eth". rhymes with... breath.
█████: Date of Birth?
SAI remains silent and stares blankly at Dr. █████.
█████: ...Date of Birth, please.
SAI: zero.
█████: Could you elaborate?
SAI: same as the universe.
█████: ...I see.
Dr. █████ writes this down on her clipboard. SAI continues to stare blankly and without expression.
█████: Can you explain how you were fending off Subject 230-1?
SAI: with my knife.
█████: I'm aware of that. I'm asking How, not what tool you used.
SAI: guess.
Dr. █████ stares at SAI for a moment before jotting something down on her clipboard.
█████: Billions upon billions of years of experience in Combat?
SAI: ...something like that.
█████: Right. Have you ever killed anything, Miss Eath?
SAI: no.
█████: Are you--
SAI: i don't kill things. i never have killed anything. i never will kill anything.
█████: I see.
Dr. █████ writes on her clipboard. She maintains eye contact with SAI, squinting.
█████: ...The name is somewhat blatant, isn't it?
SAI: pardon?
█████: Destiny Eath? D. Eath? Really?
SAI: you try looking at dead things for an eternity and see how creative you feel.
█████: Right. So, for the record, am I correct in my guess?
SAI: of?
█████: You being the personification and/or physical embodiment of Death.
SAI: wow. how did you figure it out.
SAI and Dr. █████ stare at each other for a second.
SAI: that was sarcasm. sorry my voice is so monotone.
█████: I see. ...What do you do, Miss Eath?
SAI: i'm not a teacher. call me destiny.
█████: Right. Can you answer the question?
SAI: i'm a paranormal investigator.
Dr. █████ writes this down.
█████: And what does that involve?
SAI: tracking the consciousness of dead people who stick around.
█████: How often do dead people.. "stick around"?
SAI: very. how is this relevant?
█████: You're here because you are a Suspected Anomalous Individual. I want to learn about you.
SAI: go to a funeral.
█████: ...Funny.
█████: Why were you fighting Subject 230-1?
SAI: i thought it was a spirit.
█████: Do "spirits" usually look like that?
SAI: no. each looks unique based on the wrongdoings of the person they were when alive.
█████: I see. So is Subject 230-1 a Spirit, then?
SAI: no.
█████: No?
SAI: no. i don't know what it is. it's alive, but it wasn't-
SAI cuts herself off.
█████: ...Wasn't what, Destiny?
SAI is silent for a moment. She briefly smirks and lets out a short and quiet laugh.
SAI: wasn't a star.
█████: Can you elaborate?
SAI: i can.
█████: ...Will you?
SAI returns to a blank expression.
SAI: no.
█████: I see. ...How do Spirits form?
SAI: don't know.
█████: Is that true?
SAI: yes. all i know about that is they only form from people who delighted in hurting others. i often use the analogy that their existence is like a bad sequel to a movie that no one asked for.
█████: That's funny.
SAI: is it?
█████: I thought so.
Beat.
█████: Are you immortal?
SAI: yes.
█████: Can you be hurt?
SAI: no.
█████: What happens if you're stabbed? Does the stabbing implement deflect off of your body?
SAI retrieves a dagger with a blade that curves in a squiggle from the pocket of her hoodie. She places it on the table, pulls up her right sleeve, and places her arm palm-up on the table next to the dagger.
SAI: try.
█████: Wasn't that Dagger confiscated from you when--
SAI: yes. try to hurt me.
Beat. Dr. █████ picks up the dagger in her left hand, holding it with the blade pointed upward. She looks at SAI for a moment and raises an eyebrow before lowering the blade to SAI's wrist and slitting it. SAI shows no sign of pain, and the wound does not bleed.
█████: No blood?
SAI lifts her left arm to pry open the cut on her right wrist. Inside is nothing.
SAI: no anything. no blood, no bones, no organs, no muscles, no nerves, no veins, no cartilage. etcetera.
Dr. █████ seems uncomfortable, and places the dagger back on the table. She writes on her clipboard.
█████: I see.
SAI: yes.
Dr. █████ takes a moment to regain her composure. SAI lowers her sleeve and retracts her right arm from the table. Dr. █████ gives her a brief look of gratitude.
█████: Ha. You'd think the physical embodiment of Death, the Grim Reaper, would at least have Bones.
SAI freezes up for a moment when Dr. █████ says "Grim Reaper".
SAI: DON'T CALL ME THAT.
Beat.
█████: Sorry. I wasn't aware it was--
SAI: it's fine.
█████: And you're...?
SAI: yes.
█████: Ah. Sorry.
SAI: it's fine. don't do it again.
█████: Do you want me to erase that part from the document and recording?
SAI: no.
█████: Right.
Beat.
█████: What can you tell me?
SAI hesitates for a moment. She squints at Dr. █████ for a second before glancing at the recording device.
SAI: i can tell you everything i know, if you don't document it.
Dr. █████ squints at SAI before shutting off the recording device. She stands, heads toward the camera, and reaches her left hand toward it.
End of Interview Log 230-1-A