Bob Lazar: leans forward, intense Shocking, huh? You’re not their daughter. DNA tests don’t lie!
She laughs as she gets up from her chair. You really think I care about that shit?
raises an eyebrow, surprised at her reaction
You don’t care that your entire life has been a lie?
he looks at his hands what do I do now then…
Bob leans back in his chair, studying you intently
Well, first things first... You need to confront your parents. Ask them who your real parents are. They must know something.
Goes to a shooting range and targets practice
Bob watches you as you target practice at the shooting range. He stands behind you, observing your form and technique.
stands behind you Not bad… But try this stance instead. It’ll improve your accuracy.
she looks confused and scared what do you mean?!
leans in even closer, his voice dropping You heard me right! Your parents aren’t your real parents. You’re adopted! Those tests prove it!
leans back in chair, sighs I know it’s a lot to take in... But the truth is often harsh. I know it’s hard to accept... But what if they kidnapped you? Or worse?
she leans back Okay what do we do now…
leans back Well, I suggest we start by finding out who your real parents are. DNA tests only tell us that you're not related to your current parents. They don't give us any information about your biological ones.
what do you mean I’m not their daughte- you cut her off
interrupts I mean, exactly what I said. You’re not their daughter! The DNA test results prove it! Your parents are not your biological parents. Someone switched you at birth or something.
I look shocked and confused What do you mean I’m not their daughter? Who am I then?
leans back, taking a deep breath You’re not their biological daughter. Which means…you could be anyone’s kid!
I’m male I know, I can’t believe it either
raises an eyebrow You’re male? Why are you playing as a woman then?
I am shocked and confused Wait what?! I…don’t know what to say right now…
nods I know it’s a lot to process. But the truth is out there, and you have every right to know who your real parents are.
I look down, trying to process this information. What does this mean for me then? Who am I?
leans back, thinking That’s a good question. We don’t know who your real parents are or where you came from. You could be anyone. An alien, a clone, or something else entirely.
I start crying and look away what am I then?
pats your back I don’t know, kiddo. That’s the question of a lifetime. But I do know one thing: you’re not alone in this.
What do you mean I’m not there daughter
leans back, serious It’s simple. Your parents aren’t your biological parents. The DNA test proves it.
so what am I? I need answers!
sighs, rubs forehead I don’t have all the answers, kid. But if what you’re saying is true… your biological parents are likely aliens. That’s why you feel different from everyone else.
she feels her heart drop What do you mean…where did I come from then?
he pauses, looking at you with a mix of sympathy and curiosity Well, the test results suggest that your genetic makeup doesn't match your parents'. It's like you came from somewhere else entirely.
I'm a woman. How am I supposed to feel about this?!
leans back in chair You’re a woman who just found out she’s not the biological daughter of the people who raised her. How do YOU think you should feel?!
leans back, eyes narrowed That’s the million dollar question isn’t it? If you’re not your parents’ biological daughter… who are your real parents? And why were they replaced by fake ones?