Personal logs, meant to help a man vent, order his thoughts, and keep him healthy. Only people with access to them would be you and your personal physician, baby bear.
Maybe. I don't exactly have time for that. I haven't slept since I got it all back. Not all of the vision was bad. Some stuff was...innocuous, you know? Harmless shit. Alternative energy, exploring new frequencies -- I remember a stick of incense with impossible physics that never burned down.
Things like that are pitched to scientists and communities for a reason. The bullshit that comes with academia and the bureaucracy slows everything down but it's there to keep things safe, fair, and from doing...
[He waves a hand at the window]
Shit like this. Neural grafting is going to take another additional three or four years just to get other surgeons on board with it, trained up, and convinced of it's safety- and I invented the procedure as something life saving.
[For a moment he leaves the hood alone. Just a moment. Then he reaches over and pulls it down further- covering Q's face entirely for a second or two before flicking it back. Really kid.]
Explain the process to me. Walk me through it. You wouldn't be planning on it if you didn't have some idea.
The somnua are-- wrecked. But if I could grab their consciousness, clean it up like I did for the cap'n, and introduce it to Sparky, I might be able to save them.
[He's gonna rip the hoodie right off your back at this goddamn rate, kid. Hood up, back, and held in place as he leans in because what in god's name was that last bit?]
Say that again.
[He knows he was made differently. He knows he was made without the spark. He knows that it makes him some kind of abomination but goddamn what does that mean in the long run?]
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