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That is weird. But maybe not bad, exactly. Though I assume it will get bad, because everything here does. [ Kate lets her hands loll on the table, fingers bouncing slightly as they settle, no muscle strength to hold them still after the impact, slight as it is. She looks at the syringe, but doesn't protest.
She does hesitate at his question. Her lips purse like she's considering, the words an unpleasant taste in her mouth. They come out reluctant but firm. ] If I tell you it needs to stay confidential. Like completely one hundred percent between us.
[It seems both weird to stop in the middle of collecting a sample for important disclosures, but also weird to not stop, considering she won't feel a thing and probably doesn't want to think about that and almost certainly shouldn't watch. Wavering for an instant, William remembers she sort of blanketly gave consent moments ago anyway. Sticks her in between her right ring and middle fingers, as inobtrusive as you can do something like that, and says at the same time:]
Of course. I been trying to protect privacy about everybody's symptoms, no identifiers, no specifics. If you want to be left out of even that, I understand and will do.
[ Kate wants to flinch, but she feels nothing as the needle sinks into her hand. She watches for a moment, and then lifts her eyes to William. ] I want to be left out of that. If it becomes necessary at some point, important to understanding what's going on, then maybe. But for now, one hundred percent confidential.
[ She fixes him with a serious look for a long moment, and then whether he accedes under her attention or stays quiet, she assumes from what he's already said that he's agreed to it. She looks back to her hand, the needle sticking out between her fingers. ]
I can't lie about certain things. If someone asks me a question and I try to lie, I physically can't do it. It's not guilt or that I'm bad at it, the words just don't come out no matter how hard I try. I haven't figured out all the specific parameters but it definitely started at that same time.
Fuuuck. [William looks at once intrigued and concerned.] Well, I'd.
I'd call that a behavioral compulsion. But it does sound pretty fucking impossible to box up in normal terminology. [The syringe makes short work of sample collection, and he removes it with a quick, clinical shift of his wrist. Caps the needle again and then, a little ridiculously, finds a small round band-aid to press over the hole on her greying corpse-hand.]
I'll let you know if we break ground toward a cure, yeah? [He looks at her, steady. No false reassurances. It is what it is.]
Yeah. [ Kate's agreement flat, but her everything is kind of flat right now. Understandably. At least the bandaid draws a quirk of brows and mouth, not quite a smile but a sort of amusement. Cute, William. She looks up and glances to her hands and then back to him somewhat pointedly. ]
For those, or for the other thing? [ She says those like are you serious?. But she looks equally skeptical either way. ]
The other thing, [William says. He doesn't sound very starry-eyed about his optimism, but it probably is that. Talk of cures aboard the Tranquility, it's adorable really-- but at least they extracted a lot of small evil nanites. That was something.]
These--
[He doesn't touch them again but the urge is there, a normal gesture that would have been normal if they were't flopping around fishily, limp on the ends of her wrists.] Artificial prostheses with various modular options, or cloned replicas of your originals. As you prefer, love.
[ Again Kate nods. ] Yeah. I've heard. [ She ducks her head to scratch her forehead against her shoulder and then jerks her chin back up in a question. ] What sort of "modular options"? [ She sounds skeptical, wary, kind of curious. It's not the most positive tone but it's a tone, so that's something. Right? ]
Well all the prosthetics can be removed. Like, we make what's basically a socket which don't move, then you can put the hands back on or take 'em off. [William folds his arms over his chest thoughtfully.] But we could also make one or more of the fingers removable, in case there's later opportunity to replace them, upgrade them, or something like.
Kate would really like to pinch the base of her nose right now, dig her knuckles in just below her brows and squeeze. Her arm shifts, muscles moving in preparation for it, before she remembers that her inability to do just that is the entire reason for her visit. She catches herself before her hand actually leaves the table, elbow going slack again with just a flutter through nose and jaw to give away the anger that floods her. ]
Right. And what's the catch with the synthesized clone option?
:( kate] I wouldn't call it a catch. They'll be new, [he says.] I mean-- literally, brand new, the skin and the pain receptors and the muscle tone and everything. As if a baby was born grown-up size. Basically, it'll take some time to recover your previous level of functioning. Just teaching yourself all that shit over again. The nature's all there, you've just got to put in the work for the nurture.
You'll have the same fingerprints and everything. [William folds his hands near her dead appendages. Doesn't touch, but makes a point not to get weird about them either. Gently, ish,] And they'll ming something stanky when you been sweating your palms all over your bow long enough, just like before.
[ Now she's picturing baby hands but adult-sized. Like actual baby hands, with pudgy little fingers that can't do a damn thing. Her current hands jerk up and drop again, another aborted reflex, this one to cover her mouth when she barks a laugh at William's assurance that her fingerprints will be the same. She lowers her head, brow on the very edge of the table. It tilts in a shake from there before she picks it up again. ]
You ever watch the Matrix? That really old movie might have been before your time. The one about fucking robots taking over, with that white bloke, uh. Who was h-- Reeves, [his eyes widen with inspiration.] It'll be like when Reeves came out of the Matrix. Did you see it? Did your Earth have that one?
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She does hesitate at his question. Her lips purse like she's considering, the words an unpleasant taste in her mouth. They come out reluctant but firm. ] If I tell you it needs to stay confidential. Like completely one hundred percent between us.
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Of course. I been trying to protect privacy about everybody's symptoms, no identifiers, no specifics. If you want to be left out of even that, I understand and will do.
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[ She fixes him with a serious look for a long moment, and then whether he accedes under her attention or stays quiet, she assumes from what he's already said that he's agreed to it. She looks back to her hand, the needle sticking out between her fingers. ]
I can't lie about certain things. If someone asks me a question and I try to lie, I physically can't do it. It's not guilt or that I'm bad at it, the words just don't come out no matter how hard I try. I haven't figured out all the specific parameters but it definitely started at that same time.
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I'd call that a behavioral compulsion. But it does sound pretty fucking impossible to box up in normal terminology. [The syringe makes short work of sample collection, and he removes it with a quick, clinical shift of his wrist. Caps the needle again and then, a little ridiculously, finds a small round band-aid to press over the hole on her greying corpse-hand.]
I'll let you know if we break ground toward a cure, yeah? [He looks at her, steady. No false reassurances. It is what it is.]
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For those, or for the other thing? [ She says those like are you serious?. But she looks equally skeptical either way. ]
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These--
[He doesn't touch them again but the urge is there, a normal gesture that would have been normal if they were't flopping around fishily, limp on the ends of her wrists.] Artificial prostheses with various modular options, or cloned replicas of your originals. As you prefer, love.
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IS IT SOMETHING
OR IS KATE JUST JUDGING
KATE]
Well all the prosthetics can be removed. Like, we make what's basically a socket which don't move, then you can put the hands back on or take 'em off. [William folds his arms over his chest thoughtfully.] But we could also make one or more of the fingers removable, in case there's later opportunity to replace them, upgrade them, or something like.
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It is not judging it is
trying
really
hard
not to haVE A BREAKDOWN
Kate would really like to pinch the base of her nose right now, dig her knuckles in just below her brows and squeeze. Her arm shifts, muscles moving in preparation for it, before she remembers that her inability to do just that is the entire reason for her visit. She catches herself before her hand actually leaves the table, elbow going slack again with just a flutter through nose and jaw to give away the anger that floods her. ]
Right. And what's the catch with the synthesized clone option?
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:( kate] I wouldn't call it a catch. They'll be new, [he says.] I mean-- literally, brand new, the skin and the pain receptors and the muscle tone and everything. As if a baby was born grown-up size. Basically, it'll take some time to recover your previous level of functioning. Just teaching yourself all that shit over again. The nature's all there, you've just got to put in the work for the nurture.
You'll have the same fingerprints and everything. [William folds his hands near her dead appendages. Doesn't touch, but makes a point not to get weird about them either. Gently, ish,] And they'll ming something stanky when you been sweating your palms all over your bow long enough, just like before.
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I don't know what that means. Any of those words.
AM I 4THWALLING?? pretend i didnt if anyone asks
You ever watch the Matrix? That really old movie might have been before your time. The one about fucking robots taking over, with that white bloke, uh. Who was h-- Reeves, [his eyes widen with inspiration.] It'll be like when Reeves came out of the Matrix. Did you see it? Did your Earth have that one?