Nightshift 27: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 [M-U for Rufus]
Oh, when the mighty fell, they fell hard, didn't they? It truly was fascinating to have the man who ruled the world strapped to a table. And very pleasing. Power was so delicate.
Health was so delicate.
But this one had found that out well enough, hadn't he? Of course he had. Still, it'd only been a taste...and in addition to the biological aspects of this experiment (could he successfully replicate the disease? There'd yet to be a human specimen) the scientist in him was curious, too, about what could possibly happen if he really did take everything away. And you could only take everything from someone who once had everything in the first place.
Purely scientific motives, you see. No real scientist hindered their own studies with questions of ethics, anyway.
The doctor peered down at the patient, who would be waking up soon, but would no doubt still be a little fuzzy. He adjusted his round little glasses with fingers that seemed too long. There was a smooth quality to his voice when he spoke that might've evoked another figure in the patient's mind.
"Why, good evening, Mr. President," he said. "I trust your rest was pleasant?"
Health was so delicate.
But this one had found that out well enough, hadn't he? Of course he had. Still, it'd only been a taste...and in addition to the biological aspects of this experiment (could he successfully replicate the disease? There'd yet to be a human specimen) the scientist in him was curious, too, about what could possibly happen if he really did take everything away. And you could only take everything from someone who once had everything in the first place.
Purely scientific motives, you see. No real scientist hindered their own studies with questions of ethics, anyway.
The doctor peered down at the patient, who would be waking up soon, but would no doubt still be a little fuzzy. He adjusted his round little glasses with fingers that seemed too long. There was a smooth quality to his voice when he spoke that might've evoked another figure in the patient's mind.
"Why, good evening, Mr. President," he said. "I trust your rest was pleasant?"