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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 17, 2015 23:43:49 GMT -8
Erel- "Alright then.." He went ahead and signed his life away there, wondering what on earth he might be missing, but if it was a new prosthetic he might get, he would be more than happy to have it. It was a strange journey he had had sometimes...
He went ahead and at his butt down and waited. "Strange place to work..How long is this job?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 17, 2015 23:46:12 GMT -8
He still wasn't looking at Erel, staring blankly into... the potted plant next to the secretary? Lennie- "As long as it needs to be. Ultimately, we all answer to the public."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 17, 2015 23:49:42 GMT -8
Erel- "What does that mean?... I'm a little confused.. but I guess I've worked with the public before." He tries to follow his gaze to the potted plant. So interesting?
He continue to wait to be called up, after offering them his signed papers.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 17, 2015 23:56:17 GMT -8
Lennie handed the papers to the secretary, and then opened the heavy red doors to R&D Lennie- "Ms. Poncherello."
Ms Poncherello- "Mr. Truman." Inside, they went into a room full of office machines, but seemed to be ignoring that in favor of an unknown room beyond. There were distractions everywhere, the place growing fiberoptic cables and wires like kudzu. Lennie- "Television is important. Broadcasting is important. It's the language of the new humanity. Don't you think? That's the public we answer to. The Human of Today. And the shareholders, haha."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:00:26 GMT -8
Erel- "... Hm, well, I suppose so. News is important, if that's what it happens to be. Otherwise, how will we know what's going on in the world? I don't know if it's the language of new humanity, but there are a lot of people worldwide who watch television.." He follows behind Lennie and looks around thoughtfully.
"So this is R&D..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 18, 2015 0:10:54 GMT -8
(I didn't mean to accidentally re-use the lady from the testing place, edited both our posts for that. Meanwhile...)Lennie led him into an area with all kinds of technology and too many dark corners. They walked slowly toward a woman under a path of dull fluorescents. Lennie- "Yes indeed, yes indeed. Here we are then... Mrs. Davenport."
Mrs. Davenport- "Mr. Truman, and ... Mr. Nelson. Welcome to R&D. We need to improve your mobility, and we have advanced prosthesis, as it happens. Welcome to broadcast television. " She gestured to a passage sequestered with heavy hanging strips of plastic, like a walk-in freezer. There were no windows in R&D.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:15:19 GMT -8
Erel- "Advanced prosthesis? That is a yes please... At least to try... What do I need improved mobility for in a television broadcast place, if I might ask? Are you guys a news television station or something else?" He seems to be quite eager to try a prosthetic and otherwise seems completely game for anything that might come up. He walks onwards into the television bit...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 18, 2015 0:23:42 GMT -8
All three walked through the strips into what looked like an operating room. One surgery table stood surrounded by curtains, which were parted as if to invite them. Esoteric machinery flanked the table, and unknown dark forms hung in the shadows outside the curtained area. Lennie stood by quietly now, letting Mrs. Davenport help Erel onto the table. Mrs. Davenport- "This will be a simple procedure. Cutting edge technology, you understand? Just a few questions. Are you allergic to any medications that you know of?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:30:27 GMT -8
Erel- "Wait, what kind of prosthetics are these? They aren't surgical are they?... I suppose not, no, not that I know of. " He had definitely tasted some medications before and hadn't seen any ill effects.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 18, 2015 0:32:35 GMT -8
She seemed utterly calm. Mrs. Davenport- "Surgical? There may be some discomfort, so we will help you sleep for the procedure. One more thing. Any insect allergies?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:35:06 GMT -8
Erel- "I'm no stranger to discomfort...You guys aren't answering my questions. I don't want to go under general anesthesia. We can use local blocks on humans... What sort of prosthetics are these?" He wondered, vaguely, if they were made of chitin, a strong but light component found in the armor of insects and crabs, and sincerely hoped they weren't going to graft a giant nightmare insect leg to his leg...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 18, 2015 0:41:30 GMT -8
She was unfazed. Mrs. Davenport- "It's minimally invasive. The material is responsive to human action, derived from biological designs. Are you sure you want to be awake?" The light near the ceiling shifted slightly toward yellow, and the building's ambient sounds pitched toward... That soporific buzzing from the clinic. Erel felt his concerns softening. Maybe he would be OK unconscious.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:46:38 GMT -8
Erel- He felt his concerns about getting insect legs grafted onto him lessening, and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe it would be alright if he was asleep... Nevermind intellectual curiosity... "I would like details...I am ...was...a medical professional. I know something about it...prosthetics too..." He relaxed a little, relenting slightly, though his drive to watch and learn were strong.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 18, 2015 0:54:08 GMT -8
She cocked an eyebrow and declined an anesthesia mask Lennie was offering her. Mrs. Davenport- "Very well. We'll use local anesthesia. Now just relax." The light was fully yellow, warm, and the buzz radiated up his spine and relaxed every muscle. Lennie wordlessly elevated the shoulder area of the table, so Erel could look down at himself.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 18, 2015 0:57:25 GMT -8
Erel- Erel set back and enjoyed the music, watching the goings on. He wondered what on earth was causing him to feel so detached, and decided that he didn't care.
He felt all the cool detachment of a surgeon in the operating room himself.
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