Nightshift 51: Disciplinary Therapy Room 5 [M-U for Soma Peries]
Such improvement of the human body was astounding, and an undeniable privilege to study. This particular subject was the product of genetic engineering and modifications so skillful she was almost like a work of art, the masterpiece of scientific minds that the doctor could understand. Oh yes, indeed. If only he could duplicate the work of his worlds-distant brothers in spirit he could count himself quite accomplished, but... for now he could only study what they had produced and hope he could come to understand their methods.
He flipped a switch, flooding the room in which she lay with an intensely bright light that seemed to banish all shadows, rendering all within almost too clearly outlined, too real. After a second he chided himself for his fancy with a soft chuckle and turned his attention to the displays before him. All was prepared and ready, the room's design and decor a careful duplicate of the place that had almost been her second womb, for there she had been shaped and changed and made more than what she had once been. The only difference was a necessary one, for he hadn't the luxury of being able to simply observe from behind a glass wall; no, his instruments were prepared in an unobtrusive corner, above her head where hopefully she wouldn't be able to see it and thus dispel some of the illusion.
The subject herself, though, lay protected beneath a clear, hollow-cube shield, even clad in the same simple white top and bottom she once had in that years-ago laboratory... though this time, once she woke, she'd not be blind to her surroundings. Not trapped within her own mind, searching for one who was able to hear what voice she had left to her. Would she recognize it, though? Would she know what he had so carefully reproduced, all for her benefit?
Well. And his, as well, in a way... but he was motivated only by how he could serve mankind through his discoveries. Of course.
He flipped a switch, flooding the room in which she lay with an intensely bright light that seemed to banish all shadows, rendering all within almost too clearly outlined, too real. After a second he chided himself for his fancy with a soft chuckle and turned his attention to the displays before him. All was prepared and ready, the room's design and decor a careful duplicate of the place that had almost been her second womb, for there she had been shaped and changed and made more than what she had once been. The only difference was a necessary one, for he hadn't the luxury of being able to simply observe from behind a glass wall; no, his instruments were prepared in an unobtrusive corner, above her head where hopefully she wouldn't be able to see it and thus dispel some of the illusion.
The subject herself, though, lay protected beneath a clear, hollow-cube shield, even clad in the same simple white top and bottom she once had in that years-ago laboratory... though this time, once she woke, she'd not be blind to her surroundings. Not trapped within her own mind, searching for one who was able to hear what voice she had left to her. Would she recognize it, though? Would she know what he had so carefully reproduced, all for her benefit?
Well. And his, as well, in a way... but he was motivated only by how he could serve mankind through his discoveries. Of course.