The sound of an obnoxious greeting entered my ears. My vision adjusted bit by bit, things now being blocked in colours instead of complete blackness. By the right side of me is something blue, progressively looking more like a figure as the sharpness of the scene I saw increased. Taking a breath in, I held it in an attempt to ignore the unfamiliar voice that kept blabbering on.

"You're not Rhys."

"Are you his sister or something? No, no. Anybody related to that jagoff is probably dead."

"Who are you, cupcake?"

The figure became something recognisable before I knew it: the statue. Whatever I was seeing, it looked identical to the statue that the crazies I lived with worshipped so much. My only problem was that I couldn't figure out if I was hallucinating or if it was a defect of the eye or... if what I was seeing was the reason Rhys was worrying so much about the ECHO eye being missing. Clearly, it was linked to the eye, meaning it couldn't hurt anybody, yet the last possibility was still concerning.

"Come on, kiddo. I know you can hear me. Just... give me some info about what's going on and I'll help you out."

No words left my mouth, wary of both people in the same room as me and of what could happen if I started feeding this... thing information. I couldn't even ask it anything to judge how safe it was. With haste, I gave my thanks to the surgeon and left. I needed somewhere secluded. I couldn't go to my own home, or walk my usual scavenger route or go back to Atlas. Realisation hit me and it annoyed me greatly: the most secluded places were closer to the rubble of the ship that hadn't even been checked for safety. It was a dangerous place to go to... but I was a careful woman. At least it was private.

"Who are you?" I questioned, seating myself on a piece of rubble as comfortably as rock and metal allowed for.

"What do you mean who I am? I'm Handsome Jack, cupcake. The hero. Hasn't anyone taught you that?" He said in turn. I could practically hear the elevated sense of self seep out from every worse that left his mouth. Despite hating to admit it, it was only mildly fair that he felt that way. No one has ever mentioned name once in my life, but I've seen his face. I've seen his statue. I've seen torn bilboards that obviously had his face plastered on it, begging for vault hunters with a half-baked welcoming look. Without ever hearing of him, I had seen him everywhere.

Closing my eyes so he wasn't in my field of vision, I said, "I've never heard your name in my life. I see your face everywhere, though, but never have those faces been called 'Jack'-"

"Handsome Jack."

"...'Handsome Jack'. Whenever I saw your face, it was either unnamed or a bunch of Helios crazies worshipping a statue as Rhys." 

Opening my eyes, I directed them to the ground. I twisted my heel into the barren ground of Pandora, the friction wittling down the soft rock crust into a fine dust. I began to ignore Jack's ramblings. As he couldn't do anything to me and, quite frankly, I found him annoying, I felt no fear in blocking out every word that he was saying - I had encased myself in the smallest of personal bubbles with added sound-proof features. It was a kind of paradise to me. Little did I know how much I loved my silent walks to find materials. Without the presence of his constant chatter, regardless of how brief, I would never have considered those walks a comodity that I would miss if taken away from me.

Words continued to spill out of his mouth, his expression undeniably angry anytime he happened to pop into view. Seeing as I had an ECHO eye and I identified the problem with it, I chose to use it for its intended purpose. My eyes locked onto the small pile of dust my heel had created. Although insignificant, it was a starting place.

Oh, did my face twist and contort when I got the results from scanning the dust pile.

The first red flag was the red boarders of the analysis complete box. I was told the model of the ECHO eye I was using - 2.1 - had yellow boarders.

Still, that wasn't what caused the change in my expression. The thing that changed my expression in such a way was the title of the analysis, due to it making all of my efforts to block out the arrogant hologram pointless.

'JACK-APEDIA'

In a yellow colour and larger font size than the rest of the text was 'JACK-APEDIA'. It only got worse as I read the analysis, all of the text being changed from anything that could be seen as useful.

JACK-APEDIA

A pile of damn dust

Don't tell ne: that you're exactly like cupcake.

He seriously: pissed me off by scanning a bunch of glowing mushrooms in Atlas for no reason. Why did he keep looking at dumb things? I don't know. I don't care. He drove me out of my goddamn mind.
If you're going to: do the same thing, can you do me a favour? Hit yourself in the head with a brick, see if you can make me black out so I don't have to stay awake for this. It won't hurt if you do it right and knock yourself out.

"I gladly would," I stated, standing up. Frustratingly for me, I couldn't hit myself in the head with a brick. Passing out in a dangerous area was ridiculous, especially if it was on purpose. It would only be a risk to myself and I wasn't looking to die over a little ECHO eye containing a mad man. Besides, I needed to find out exactly who he was and hear what he had to say about himself, past all of the nonsense that he was spouting. "But do me a favour first: tell me exactly who you are, not just your name. I have all day and  you do too, so don't hesitate."