[An early iteration, then. A prototype. Some of the oldest hosts in the park are still around, she is certain, but most of them have been put away into cold storage. Maeve's expression tips mildly sympathetic as her fingers curl back into her palm, looking at the metal endoskeleton.]
Is that where you came from? The "Institute?"
[It doesn't sound all that dissimilar from the Mesa, but everyone sent out into the desert believed in their reality. She did, once.]
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Is that where you came from? The "Institute?"
[It doesn't sound all that dissimilar from the Mesa, but everyone sent out into the desert believed in their reality. She did, once.]