Halo Infinite : Memory Agent/1 VO

• Mateas: Cryo sleep concluded, the Lieutenant is awake.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Is that me he's talking about? I'm the Lieutenant. I hate cryo sleep. Can't remember a god damn thing. How long have I been asleep in this tube.

• Mateas: Cryo pod is open.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Urgh my head is pounding.

• Mateas: Good morning Lieutenant.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Why is this guy talking so loudly. Guess I have to rejoin the living and interact. Oh god, here we go.

• Lieutenant: Sorry.

• Mateas: Make nothing of it. I'll be escorting you to-

• Lieutenant: What ship is this? I think this latest doze left me a little more worse for wear.

• Mateas: Um, well, let's hurry to the shuttle bay for your briefing on the next mission.

• Lieutenant: Uh- what's your name?

• Mateas: Mateas ma'am, technical officer.

• Lieutenant: Mateas, I can barely remember who the hell I am but I know I outrank you.

• Mateas: Yes ma'am, uh, sorry ma'am.

• Lieutenant: Are you new?

• Mateas: No ma'am, not exactly.

• Lieutenant: Not exactly? Speak plainly for Christ's sakes.

• Mateas: I've been with you since you transferred here to the Down Out and Go, that's the ship you're on. Six months now.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Six months? What's this guy talking about? I don't remember him or this ship

• Lieutenant: What are our orders?

• Mateas: There's a classified briefing for your ears only. I'm not really supposed to know this. But the only thing I heard is it has something to do with a Spartan.

• Lieutenant: A WHAT?

• Mateas: We really better move to your shuttle for the briefing lieutenant. If you'll follow me.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): I could walk these metal corridors with my eyes closed but I don't recognize... any of this. Maybe it's all getting to me. This war, these ships.

• Mateas: Okay, this is your shuttle. After you ma'am.

• Lieutenant: Hey do I have a decent AI on this ship? Still shaking some cobwebs out of my head, I think I'm going to need the help.

Digital sounds happen and the Artificial intelligence Oliver starts talking.

• Oliver: Good morning lieutenant.

• Mateas: This is Oliver, your AI. He'll provide... adequate assistance for your... condition.

• Lieutenant: My condition?

• Mateas: Okay, time for your briefing hologram. I'm gonna deboard.

• Oliver: I'll be going into isolation mode for your briefing lieutenant. Classified message commencing now.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Who's doing the briefing, the secretary general?

• Lieutenant (Recording): Hello lieutenant. Yes, I'm you.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): What the hell is this? Wha- when did I- Is this a joke?

• Lieutenant (Recording): You don't remember recording this message. In fact, you don't remember much of anything.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Well that's the first accurate thing I've heard today.

• Lieutenant (Message): Your memory loss is not due to cryo sleep. An injury has left you unable to retain your short-term memory. This prevented you from continuing your previous duties. But the Office of Naval Intelligence has recruited you to ferry critical intel behind enemy lines. That's what you do now and evidently you, heh. WE are pretty good at it. Your memory is limited to roughly seven hours. Apparently we can get to around eight if we concentrate. Everything I'm telling you now I learned from well, myself seven hours ago. I know that you have no recollection of anything that I am saying, but knowing you as I do, you should feel that this is all true as it did for me. This will be your fifth and final mission. Operation: HOURGLASS, bring the encryption key to Spartan-117. The Master Chief.

• Oliver: Classified message concluded.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): I just briefed myself. I'm an intelligence operative with... no memory? I guess someone figured the only person I'd trust IS myself.

• Oliver: Lieutenant, I am monitoring your health vitals. May I ask how you are feeling regarding the revelations about your condition?

• Lieutenant: Do you ask me that each time I brief myself?

• Oliver: I am programmed to monitor your stress levels given your condition.

• Lieutenant: Stop... saying... condition. *sigh* Have I been okay in the past? What did I say the last go-around when you asked?

• Oliver: You instructed me to stop saying condition.

• Lieutenant: Looks like we both have faulty memories.

• Oliver: My memory is functional...

• Lieutenant: Oliver, stop talking. Where's Mateas?

• Mateas: Lieutenant, this is the encryption key to deliver to the asset.

• Lieutenant: What is this, paper?

• Mateas: Yes, unfold it. Do you have it memorized?

• Lieutenant: Mateas, how could I have possibly just memorized 276 lines of code? I... Wait. How the hell did I do that?

• Mateas: You're condition is...

• Oliver: She does not like that word. Again.

• Mateas: You can't remember anything after a day. But during that day? Well, that's a different story.

• Oliver: Lieutenant, your photographic retention within your daily seven hour cycle has been augmented and drilled with the Loci method.

• Lieutenant: The what?

• Oliver: Otherwise known as a memory palace for enhanced recall.

• Mateas: I have to destroy the code now. Hold the paper out in front of you.

• Lieutenant: HEY! Careful where you fire that torch!

• Mateas: I haven't scorched you yet.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): If I had any memory I would be fed up with this kid by now. I still don't understand how I memorized that intel so quickly.

• Mateas: I need to hurry off this shuttle. Good luck lieutenant.

• Lieutenant: Wait, Mateas. The asset I'm supposed to meet. Who's the Master Chief?

• Lieutenant: I will not remind you of your rank again.

• Mateas: Won't happen again ma'am.

• Oliver: Mateas has deboarded. We are clear for detachment. Detachment is complete. Down Out And Go has jumped to slip space. We are officially unchaperoned in our shuttle. Shall we proceed to the rendezvous?

• Lieutenant (Monologue): Unchaperoned is one way to say it. I am alone. A tiny speck in space. That's a whole lot of emptiness out that window. Emptiness in here too. Just a head full of numbers and coordinates to the 'Master Chief'. Whoever that is.

• Oliver: Lieutenant?

• Lieutenant: Proceed to the rendezvous, Oliver. Hey, Oliver, what's our threat probability on this vector?

• Oliver: Approximately seven hours until your memory loss, 39% chance of capture, 28% chance of fatality.

• Lieutenant: What's our armament?

• Oliver: This compartment holds a single M6D sidearm. It is at your disposal.

• Lieutenant: Hehe, you're kidding. That's it?

• Oliver: Weapon systems are not what you want to show up on enemy scans.

• Lieutenant (Monologue): You really would have to have no memory to be willing to undertake this mission.

• Lieutenant: Oliver, tell me about the Master Chief.

• Ordinateur de bord: Emergency alert, Emergency alert, Emergency alert, Emergency alert.