Details have been sketchy, but she's gotten enough to be able to build a picture, and it's nothing good.
"Yeah. The one who doesn't want us here because we don't bel--"
As she talks, another voice starts to thread in: disembodied, unhearing, and seemingly detached from the conversation at hand. And as soon as she realizes that she's not the only one speaking, Shaw immediately shuts up, straining to hear.
In every scenario, no matter what She does or how hard She fights, She loses. It's a woman's voice, frustrated and strained. She's scared, Harold. So far, it looks like Samaritan is a monster that no one, not even the Machine, can stop.
"But we did stop it," Shaw says, sitting upright in her seat. "We won."
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Details have been sketchy, but she's gotten enough to be able to build a picture, and it's nothing good.
"Yeah. The one who doesn't want us here because we don't bel--"
As she talks, another voice starts to thread in: disembodied, unhearing, and seemingly detached from the conversation at hand. And as soon as she realizes that she's not the only one speaking, Shaw immediately shuts up, straining to hear.
In every scenario, no matter what She does or how hard She fights, She loses. It's a woman's voice, frustrated and strained. She's scared, Harold. So far, it looks like Samaritan is a monster that no one, not even the Machine, can stop.
"But we did stop it," Shaw says, sitting upright in her seat. "We won."