A man walks in. He has short blond hair and is wearing sunglasses. 'Do you do modifications of the anterior insular cortex?'
He looks visibly shaken, but trying to stay composed
A many-armed cyborg scuttles down from the high ceiling. "Yes, of course! You looking for more, less, none, or something new?" The "doctor" seems to view this as a regular occurrence.
The cyborg presses some buttons on an old computer. Three small packages wrapped in yellow, blue, and red foil respectively slide out of a tube,
'Any remaining capacity for empathy, I want it out. The name's Jameson, by the way'
"Nice to meet you, Jameson. Should this be reversible, or permanent? I recommend reversible, since that way you don't have to make a lifetime commitment. Also, the permanent version requires a surgery which may damage all your senses bar sight."
The Orion's are known for being fearsome pirates that left no one behind from their raids... but that was in the past, in the far far past.
Araya, a green skinned Orion with bright blue eyes and short, side shaven green hair, stepped out of the Transport Shuttle. She clung to her old bag tightly around her shoulder. She stared at the city, stars in her eyes. Her first time.. anywhere! She was already in love with it.
'Reversible, then. Without a sense of empathy, why would I want to restore it?'
You can see that his skin is covered in bruises and scars, a wound on his arm indicating that he has been hooked up to a drip
"It happens from time to time. Often the police will force you to reverse it. Also, you get no receipt. If they find out I did this for you, we're both dead. Just sit down in the chair over there and we can get started." The doctor starts unboxing the little packages, revealing sharp tools and needles.
'The police? I can pay off the police with my... inheritance. And don't worry, I'm not a snitch.'
'Oh, I'm sure I've seen worse, don't worry. A little pain never hurt anyone'
He looks visibly horrified by the medical instruments, but appears to be pushing through it
An arm swings from around the side and injects the man in the neck, paralyzing him and numbing his entire body. There is a strange, faint, chemical taste in his mouth.
He notices that he's still conscious. The arms, undeterred, begin work. A radio turns on and thrash metal music begins to play. The metal arms inject and cut and drill, working quickly and brutally. One of the arms is feeding the doctor a sandwich as he works. Blood runs into Jameson's eyes, just before a needle is inserted through his pupil all the way into his brain.
He sits there, somewhere between traumatised and thoroughly enjoying it. 'Beautiful' he thinks. 'Wouldn't be so beautiful without anaesthetic though. Maybe in the future, I will use this.'
'Yuck, sandwich crumbs and metal music. Cannot wait to be out of here. Cleanliness is next to godliness, after all.'
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He sits there, somewhere between traumatised and thoroughly enjoying it. 'Beautiful' he thinks. 'Wouldn't be so beautiful without anaesthetic though. Maybe in the future, I will use this.'
'Yuck, sandwich crumbs and metal music. Cannot wait to be out of here. Cleanliness is next to godliness, after all.'
A small automated vacuum cleans up the sandwich crumbs. The doctor leans close to Jameson, before nodding. Jameson is injected in the base of the skull, and slowly but surely, the paralysis and numbness fade away. "Don't handle any heavy machinery or weaponry for a couple hours and you should be good." The doctor looks at a price chart on the wall. "That'll be about 6,000, please."
'That was a most interesting experience. That such a thing could even be survivable. In fact, I may even go as far as saying that your methods may inspire my next works.'
He pays him the 6,000
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'Damn it, they're here. Of course they're here. Just like he said they would be. Don't them up there know that they would have done the same? And it was only a bunch of disposables, after all, not real citizens'
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'Damn it, they're here. Of course they're here. Just like he said they would be. Don't them up there know that they would have done the same? And it was only a bunch of disposables, after all, not real citizens'
But the doctor is gone, slipped away through a trapdoor in the ceiling.
A many-armed cyborg scuttles down from the high ceiling. "Yes, of course! You looking for more, less, none, or something new?" The "doctor" seems to view this as a regular occurrence.
The cyborg presses some buttons on an old computer. Three small packages wrapped in yellow, blue, and red foil respectively slide out of a tube,
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Any remaining capacity for empathy, I want it out. The name's Jameson, by the way'
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Nice to meet you, Jameson. Should this be reversible, or permanent? I recommend reversible, since that way you don't have to make a lifetime commitment. Also, the permanent version requires a surgery which may damage all your senses bar sight."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Orion's are known for being fearsome pirates that left no one behind from their raids... but that was in the past, in the far far past.
Araya, a green skinned Orion with bright blue eyes and short, side shaven green hair, stepped out of the Transport Shuttle. She clung to her old bag tightly around her shoulder. She stared at the city, stars in her eyes. Her first time.. anywhere! She was already in love with it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Reversible, then. Without a sense of empathy, why would I want to restore it?'
You can see that his skin is covered in bruises and scars, a wound on his arm indicating that he has been hooked up to a drip
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"It happens from time to time. Often the police will force you to reverse it. Also, you get no receipt. If they find out I did this for you, we're both dead. Just sit down in the chair over there and we can get started." The doctor starts unboxing the little packages, revealing sharp tools and needles.
"This should just pinch a little"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'The police? I can pay off the police with my... inheritance. And don't worry, I'm not a snitch.'
'Oh, I'm sure I've seen worse, don't worry. A little pain never hurt anyone'
He looks visibly horrified by the medical instruments, but appears to be pushing through it
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An arm swings from around the side and injects the man in the neck, paralyzing him and numbing his entire body. There is a strange, faint, chemical taste in his mouth.
He notices that he's still conscious. The arms, undeterred, begin work. A radio turns on and thrash metal music begins to play. The metal arms inject and cut and drill, working quickly and brutally. One of the arms is feeding the doctor a sandwich as he works. Blood runs into Jameson's eyes, just before a needle is inserted through his pupil all the way into his brain.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sits there, somewhere between traumatised and thoroughly enjoying it. 'Beautiful' he thinks. 'Wouldn't be so beautiful without anaesthetic though. Maybe in the future, I will use this.'
'Yuck, sandwich crumbs and metal music. Cannot wait to be out of here. Cleanliness is next to godliness, after all.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A small automated vacuum cleans up the sandwich crumbs. The doctor leans close to Jameson, before nodding. Jameson is injected in the base of the skull, and slowly but surely, the paralysis and numbness fade away. "Don't handle any heavy machinery or weaponry for a couple hours and you should be good." The doctor looks at a price chart on the wall. "That'll be about 6,000, please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
There is a knock at the door.
'That was a most interesting experience. That such a thing could even be survivable. In fact, I may even go as far as saying that your methods may inspire my next works.'
He pays him the 6,000
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'I believe we may have a visitor. This should be fun'
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"Come in, please." Chimes the doctor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"MCPD, please come out to the front!" A voice shouts.
'Damn it, they're here. Of course they're here. Just like he said they would be. Don't them up there know that they would have done the same? And it was only a bunch of disposables, after all, not real citizens'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
But the doctor is gone, slipped away through a trapdoor in the ceiling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hello?! Please come to the front door!" He looks back to his partner at the car and shrugs.
*be back shortly*