"It is. It is what it's short for and you shouldn't—" again, her features crease, brow and nose wrinkling under the pressure of thoughts that butt up against the walls the dream has built around her. "I shouldn't know that. I'm not... that isn't my name. I've never gone anywhere near Earth, why would I— I'm Connie. My name is Connie, Crichton, why— why the fuck does Connecticut mean something to me?"
It shouldn't mean a thing. It should be nothing more than a name from a textbook, some state on some planet Connie will never see, that has never cared about colonies like Resol half as much as they're expected to care about it.
So how can she be Connecticut? How can she be Connecticut, CT and Connie?
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"It is. It is what it's short for and you shouldn't—" again, her features crease, brow and nose wrinkling under the pressure of thoughts that butt up against the walls the dream has built around her. "I shouldn't know that. I'm not... that isn't my name. I've never gone anywhere near Earth, why would I— I'm Connie. My name is Connie, Crichton, why— why the fuck does Connecticut mean something to me?"
It shouldn't mean a thing. It should be nothing more than a name from a textbook, some state on some planet Connie will never see, that has never cared about colonies like Resol half as much as they're expected to care about it.
So how can she be Connecticut? How can she be Connecticut, CT and Connie?