Post by Loner。 on Oct 22, 2017 2:22:32 GMT
❖ JESSIE VANNER
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Flashing lights. People in scrubs. A portable physical scanner, recording all the vitals. "Get this one to central. Ward 7. She's gonna need surgery."
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An operating room, A nano-drip. The voices are fuzzy. There is no pain.
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Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
The steady blip of medical equipment filled the darkness.
"How long has she been out?"
"Three weeks. Given the mental damage and physical shock thats a lot to repair. The nanobots can only fix so much. The body has to adjust to the synthetic tissue and cybernetic implants. The brain has to rewire some parts on its own."
"The brain scans show she was really fucked up. Memory records are a mess. Its a wonder her brain didn't shut down completely. She's a survivor this one."
Silence.
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Cream walls and low light. The windows are covered but it's obviously not night. beeping is still there. It doesn't seem so loud.
A man sits right in the line of sight. He is unfamiliar, but has a gaze that makes it feel like there is nothing that can be hidden.
Darkness.
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"Good morning." Its the same man. "Can you tell Me what year it is?"
"20...2017"
"Whats your name?"
"Jessie Vanner."
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Four"
"What is my name?"
"I don't know."
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Another day. New questions, and eventually...
"What is my name?"
"You're Samuel Reed aren't you. Father mentioned you once or twice."
"Call me Uncle Sam. We were good friends out there. Do you remember what happened? You went through a lot."
"...."
"Its okay. You're safe here."
"What happened to cloak?"
"Your dog, he had to be put down.
The tears don't stop.
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"We found you have a mild physic rapport with canines. Normally you'd have to give that up. Its not entirely up to me if you'll be allowed to keep it, but we have a proposal for you..."
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I've been moved to another facility. I'm taking physical therapy, CBT psychotherapy, Exposure therapy, and so many others.
Some days I'm fine. Some days I can't feel anything. Some days I am told that I scream and shake uncontrollably like a mad person but I can't remember those episodes later on.
I've told them everything I remember many times over. I want to forget but they won't let me yet. They are trying to teach me how to cope, and resist it if I go through that stuff again.
I am the government's property. My fate is up to them.
