A Doctor's Plight

[Zatchibana]

Dr Gincho's Jobe Apartment/Laboratory (It's my first try at one of these, be gentle  )

Oh what a sight to behold, the room was morphed from head to toe, a bed no more, a table now there. Clamps and Devices rose from each side, leaving the victim, now cut, wide eyed.

"How are you feeling?" Zatchi leant over the man, smiling at him.

"Get off me clan scum! Let go of me, Omni-Pol will rescue me!" The man writhed on the operating table, a series of injection tubes linked into the underside of his elbows. "Whatever you do to me, will be brought back to you ten fold!"

"Lovely, computer, apply 4 milligrams of the anesthetic." Gincho moved to a console across the room, "Heart rate elevated, epinephrine levels above normal. But...within normal parameters."

"Please don't hurt me, I'll pay you credits. You know, money?! You clanners like Money!" The man didn't wriggle as much this time, the anasthetic had taken affect but hadn't done enough to quell his cries.

"Oh yes, we like money very much, perhaps you could spare us some soap too?" Dr Gincho moved to a syringe stand, collecting one and a few vials of fluid. He closed the distance between him and the omni-individual and putting the items down, he turned his attention to the man. "Are you going to let me speak now?"

"only if you let me go!" He said, his pupils dilated, there was a distinct smell of urine, the solitus man had obviously wet himself having got into such a fluster over trying to escape. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone" he seemed almost upset now.

"I can't let you go, not until this is complete." Dr Gincho tapped a few buttons on the side of the table and a defibrulator like device rose up behind the top of the bed and rested against the side of the man's head.

"What's that, what are you doing? are you going to kill me?" The man's responses became faster and faster, his breathing erratic. The console across the room began to beep.

"No, I'm not going to kill you." Gincho headed back across the room to the console, checking the vital signs. "You're close to having a heart attack, calm down." Accessing the defibulator control, Gincho set the charge timer on it.

"It's whirring! I don't like it, make it stop! Please, I want to go home!" the man's eyes darted about frantically. "omni-pol will protect me!"

"Mr Smith, there's devices in your brain that regulate your loyalty towards Omni-Tek. So long as those implants are in there, you are going to be at their mercy, in about twenty seconds you're going to be lit up like a christmas tree and those devices will be fried." Dr Gincho readed the rapid injection unit with the six tubes and the single syringe, it was designed to inject the chemicals in a spinning, almost revolver-like fashion.

"I wha, you can't do this to me, what of my family, my daughter!" the man fixed his gaze on Gincho, the sound of the device around his head becoming so high pitched that it was no longer heard.

"You never met them while you were Omni, they just simply reprogrammed you to believe they weren't clan. They can't permanently alter your memories, only submerge and alter them. These chemicals will help to restore you."

The man wasn't listening, from about the word 'clan' the man had truly lit up like a christmas tree, the pads clenching against his head and filling his head with electricity. There was a loud audible sigh as the man emptied his lungs. The device detached and Gincho slid the syringe straight into the man's heart. Squeezing the trigger it made a sound similar to an old earth electric screwdriver, emptying all the chambers in quick succession. "Computer, restart patient's heart."

The man arched forwards, rising up slightly off the table but limited greatly by the restraints. He slumped back down and the console across the room rang with alarm bells. "Computer, Restart patient's heart." Gincho moved quickly to the console, alarmed at the heavy amounts of neuro-static damage. "Eighty-percent permanent brain damage?"

Across the room, the table whirred to life as the man's heart restarted, but only with the aide of the life support systems built into the operating table. Dr Gincho sighed. "I almost had it, Computer, make a note in the log to try for lower yield neuro-static charges. End simulation." With that, the holo emmiters on the walls, roof and floor made a distinct whirring noise as they powered down and the man on the bed faded from existance.

"The chemicals work, it's just those bloody devices. I need myself a surgeon. Or some nanites." Zatchibana pulled at the gown on him and the nano-clasps on it gave way to the intentional tug, allowing it to slide off him and drape over his arm. Screwing it up he threw it onto the table. "Computer, get me a known list of both surgeons and nanite supplies in both Clan and Neutral regions, discount Borealis. Route it to the living quarters once complete."