-to Snake- I can answer that one. They made the city. And the walls. And the guards. There's no way out. I've tried.
They're data. I said "until recently". They discovered a system that let them record and retrieve a vast store of memories, and what they're mostly after — the self.
-Walks over to a wall and places his hand on a certain spot. A panel slides back and reveals an array of seven hypodermic needles, which slide themselves into his hand. He doesn't seem to notice-
I was meant to be both their new database, and their software patch.
-Pauses for a moment-
...
-to the Major- They're... {"Star Child"}... dying. There aren't that many of them left. They want to know why humanity flourishes like it does, so they're conducting a study. That's why they want us alive.
edited 23rd Jan '13 6:46:41 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-just sits up there, waiting-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean