Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 9, 2016 22:13:47 GMT
George clenched and released his fingers, touching each of them to his thumb and rotating his wrist every direction. He held up the cybernetic counterpart and did the same. "Everything seems to be working just fine on my end," he said after a moment. This was all just routine, a check up of sorts. "Go ahead and ask your questions, doctor; don't have all the time in the world I have to get to briefing."
"Right, your leg does it hurt?" she asked marking information on a tablet.
"No more than usual, hasn't gotten better but it's no worse than it's been," he replied rubbing the back of his neck.
"Good to hear, George; just a couple more and you can get back to mission," she said in her always pleasant voice. "So you still hear or see Hephaestus? Have any new hallucinations occurred?"
Hallucinations? That's not what they were. "Yes, course I do, he's always there;" he replied. "Nothing new, and they're not Hallucinations."
Dr. Ziegler stopped writing. "Then what would you call them?" she inquired. "Things you see and hear that others cannot tend to be classified as Hallucinations."
"Yes but Hallucinations, aren't real, and he's real as you or I. Just happens he can only really talk to the guy who's head he's in." He didn't like the idea that he was crazy on top of a host for these damned parasitic machines. "Can I ask you a question doc?"
She furrowed her brow and shrugged. "Yes, go ahead," she offered.
"You were read into a lot of super soldier programs, supervised a couple, did you know anything about the one I ended up a part of?" He asked with a sigh as he looked over his arm and leg. He raised a brow as he watched her face briefly look sad or at least thoughtful.
"I was not directly responsible nor did I get directly read in, but I know a bit about it," she replied after a moment. "The Demigod project was supposed to get soldiers back into the battle, the crisis made a lot of due diligence rather...secondary. The AIs were supposed to be distributed to the near dead or brain dead, those who were sitting on life support." She sighed. "Mistakes were made." The way she said that infuriated George.
"Mistakes..." he grumbled and stood up. "Yeah, tell me about it." Brushing past her she seemed to try and say something. "All in the past, right Doc? I should just deal with it, that's what everyone's always told me. Well no problem, I'll deal with it."
"Right, your leg does it hurt?" she asked marking information on a tablet.
"No more than usual, hasn't gotten better but it's no worse than it's been," he replied rubbing the back of his neck.
"Good to hear, George; just a couple more and you can get back to mission," she said in her always pleasant voice. "So you still hear or see Hephaestus? Have any new hallucinations occurred?"
Hallucinations? That's not what they were. "Yes, course I do, he's always there;" he replied. "Nothing new, and they're not Hallucinations."
Dr. Ziegler stopped writing. "Then what would you call them?" she inquired. "Things you see and hear that others cannot tend to be classified as Hallucinations."
"Yes but Hallucinations, aren't real, and he's real as you or I. Just happens he can only really talk to the guy who's head he's in." He didn't like the idea that he was crazy on top of a host for these damned parasitic machines. "Can I ask you a question doc?"
She furrowed her brow and shrugged. "Yes, go ahead," she offered.
"You were read into a lot of super soldier programs, supervised a couple, did you know anything about the one I ended up a part of?" He asked with a sigh as he looked over his arm and leg. He raised a brow as he watched her face briefly look sad or at least thoughtful.
"I was not directly responsible nor did I get directly read in, but I know a bit about it," she replied after a moment. "The Demigod project was supposed to get soldiers back into the battle, the crisis made a lot of due diligence rather...secondary. The AIs were supposed to be distributed to the near dead or brain dead, those who were sitting on life support." She sighed. "Mistakes were made." The way she said that infuriated George.
"Mistakes..." he grumbled and stood up. "Yeah, tell me about it." Brushing past her she seemed to try and say something. "All in the past, right Doc? I should just deal with it, that's what everyone's always told me. Well no problem, I'll deal with it."
