Dialogue (Below Zero)

Dialogue, in-game, is the act of someone (or something) talking. In Subnautica: Below Zero, there are many times where Dialogue will occur.

Below is a list of all Dialogue that can occur in-game.

Questions
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ROBIN: No.

VOICE: Please. I'll do my best to answer.

But I must warn you, some memory data was lost in the download process.

ROBIN: Yours or mine?

VOICE: I cannot recall.

ROBIN: Very funny.

VOICE: Funny?

ROBIN: Alright, voice in my head. If you won't go away. tell me, who are you?

VOICE: I am of the people your kind calls "Architects".

ROBIN: THE Architects? THE Precursor race? What a thing to hallucinate!

VOICE: You are not hallucinating.

My problems began aproximately one thousand year of your time ago, when we-

billions of us- were infected with the Kharaa bacterium.

Are you familiar with it?

ROBIN: It killed millions- potentially billions.

How did you survive.

VOICE: I was sent here, to conduct research towards a vaccine.

Things went... wrong. My body was infected before I could complete my work. I uploaded my conscience to storage.

ROBIN: And then what?

VOICE: I waited.

ROBIN: For a thousand years, undisturbed?

VOICE: No, I was rather bothered by it. I had hoped to find a solution, a cure, a way home. None came. And then the power began to fail.

ROBIN: And then me.

VOICE: Yes, I really must thank you. The fate of my species is in your hands.

ROBIN: Okay, NOW I need a moment to process."

Marguerit

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Architect Vessel
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With additional data we may be able to construct an alternative organic storage medium.

ROBIN: I world really love if you could stop referring to me as a "storage medium".

AL-AN: Not YOU. Your body.

ROBIN: My body is a SIGNIFICANT part of who I am and how I experience life.

AL-AN: Identity is more of a matter of pattern than substance.

I am an idea, not a set of physical components.

ROBIN: If you were an idea, I could have stopped thinking you, to get you out of my head.

As long as your sharing MY body, you are if anything, an imposition.

AL-AN: Had you evolved greater psychic mobilty, you would see it differently.

ROBIN: Are you calling me unevolved?

AL-AN: No! Just- was your conscience more mobile, you might aprecciate the benefits of sharing.

ROBIN: So I'm selfish?

AL-AN: Not self-ish. You percieve your corporeal vessel as a component of the self.

You over-identify with your form. Your entirely bound by it.

ROBIN: Then you ARE starting to understand!

AL-AN: Not only do I understand, but I would like to emphasize that if we can construct a new medium- er- body,

I will be able to transfer to it.

ROBIN: Meaning you'll leave mine?

AL-AN: In theory. I have added the information to your databank.

ROBIN: The creature in my brain wants a body of its own."

Sufficient Data

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Samantha Ayou
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ROBIN: Was my sister. She died.

AL-AN: And she was here when she died?

ROBIN: Yes, I came here to find out what happened to her.

AL-AN: I have been looking through your files.

ROBIN: What?

AL-AN: You have correspondence with her, that I cannot read.

ROBIN: That's private!

AL-AN: Why are some of the messages scrambled- blacked out?

ROBIN: You shouldn't be reading ANY of my messages.

AL-AN: But can you read these messages?

ROBIN: I thought you were in my mind, not my PDA.

AL-AN: I have access to all of your data.

ROBIN: Great.

AL-AN: Do YOU have access to all of your data?

ROBIN: I don't want to talk about it."

Run-Down Lab

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Fabrication Facility
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Fabrication Ready

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