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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Mar-27-00 AT 06:26AM (GMT)[p]Chap 3
< Joe opens his eyes and finds himself strapped to a table with bright lights shining in his face, squinting he lifts his head to try and see if anyone else is in the room. A booming male voice comes from the distance “Settle down now, no one is going to hurt you” Joe gives up and sets his head back on the hard examination table.
< “What have you done with my friends?” Joe asks stiffly clenching his teeth.
< “Can’t we get acquainted a little before we get into that?”
< “Fuck you! I know who you are! You’re one of those bastards from VC!”
< “Joe is it? Let me reason with you here. You aren’t going anywhere and I hold the reigns…”
< Joe interrupts “You killed them all didn’t you?”
< “Well no, your still alive aren’t you?”
< “Yes… why is that I mean you didn’t surprise me storming into Gecko slaughtering all the unwanted ones but why haven’t you killed me?”
< “The solution to pollution is dilution… We didn’t need to kill you, besides you could prove useful to Dr. Troy here.”
< “That makes me feel very uneasy”
< “Joe no ones here to hurt you besides I think you and I will be good friends as time passes oh yeah the name’s Starks, Sergeant Starks.”
< “Eat me, Starks”
< “Anesthetize him,” Barks the Sergeant to Phyllis.
< Joe feels a prick in his right arm and is overwhelmed with the urge for a siesta. He wakes up lying on a cot in a vault room. Sitting up he looks around the area ‘A hella’ lot better than my previous dwelling’ he thinks to himself. Joe hears voices in the distance.
Hobbling over to the door he places his ear to it.
< “Well, the subject appears to be in healthier order than most ghouls,” Comes a female voice “The subject has a sizeable unhealed laceration on the right upper limb showing signs of gangrene, several fractures on his upper and lower femur, one large scar across the subjects forehead indicates a pre-irradiated period of curing, subject is missing all but eight teeth as well as the left index finger, other ailments include degenerative joint disease, psoriasis …(other medical terms Joe doesn’t stand a chance of understanding are said here for the next five minutes), aaaannnd impotence.”
< Joe hears a male voice ”So will he be able to endure the succession of tests we have designed”
< Joe cries out “Usted mató a mis amigos! Usted rasgó abajo mi hogar! Usted destruye mi vida! Usted me puso en esta jaula! Usted habla de mí como si no fuera humano! Por qué esto a mí?
< “Phyllis what language is the subject speaking?”
< “It’s Spanish doctor”
< “Sí, el español y mi nombre es Dr. Jose Hernandez. Hablo cinco lenguajes. Alemán, francés, italiano, portugués, y español. Je suis la personne la plus futée que vous connaîtrez jamais. Siete bastardi ingenui!” Joe bangs on the door “Geben Sie mich frei! Ich verfluche Ihre Familien! You hear me you bastards I am not a fucking subject for you to study!” Joe slumps down on the floor crying, “I’m a fucking Anthropologist for Christ’s sake.”
< After a few seconds Phyllis speaks up “ He says his name is Doctor Jose Hernandez, an Anthropologist fluent in five languages.”
< “Well *Docter* my name is Dr. Troy and in the name of science and medicine I am sure you won’t mind us using you.”
< “Like I have a choice you ingenuous bastard” Joe sits back up on his bed.
< For the next five months Joe is poked, prodded, and tested on with out relief…
to be continued…
well I'm movin so you might not hear from me for a while.
< Joe opens his eyes and finds himself strapped to a table with bright lights shining in his face, squinting he lifts his head to try and see if anyone else is in the room. A booming male voice comes from the distance “Settle down now, no one is going to hurt you” Joe gives up and sets his head back on the hard examination table.
< “What have you done with my friends?” Joe asks stiffly clenching his teeth.
< “Can’t we get acquainted a little before we get into that?”
< “Fuck you! I know who you are! You’re one of those bastards from VC!”
< “Joe is it? Let me reason with you here. You aren’t going anywhere and I hold the reigns…”
< Joe interrupts “You killed them all didn’t you?”
< “Well no, your still alive aren’t you?”
< “Yes… why is that I mean you didn’t surprise me storming into Gecko slaughtering all the unwanted ones but why haven’t you killed me?”
< “The solution to pollution is dilution… We didn’t need to kill you, besides you could prove useful to Dr. Troy here.”
< “That makes me feel very uneasy”
< “Joe no ones here to hurt you besides I think you and I will be good friends as time passes oh yeah the name’s Starks, Sergeant Starks.”
< “Eat me, Starks”
< “Anesthetize him,” Barks the Sergeant to Phyllis.
< Joe feels a prick in his right arm and is overwhelmed with the urge for a siesta. He wakes up lying on a cot in a vault room. Sitting up he looks around the area ‘A hella’ lot better than my previous dwelling’ he thinks to himself. Joe hears voices in the distance.
Hobbling over to the door he places his ear to it.
< “Well, the subject appears to be in healthier order than most ghouls,” Comes a female voice “The subject has a sizeable unhealed laceration on the right upper limb showing signs of gangrene, several fractures on his upper and lower femur, one large scar across the subjects forehead indicates a pre-irradiated period of curing, subject is missing all but eight teeth as well as the left index finger, other ailments include degenerative joint disease, psoriasis …(other medical terms Joe doesn’t stand a chance of understanding are said here for the next five minutes), aaaannnd impotence.”
< Joe hears a male voice ”So will he be able to endure the succession of tests we have designed”
< Joe cries out “Usted mató a mis amigos! Usted rasgó abajo mi hogar! Usted destruye mi vida! Usted me puso en esta jaula! Usted habla de mí como si no fuera humano! Por qué esto a mí?
< “Phyllis what language is the subject speaking?”
< “It’s Spanish doctor”
< “Sí, el español y mi nombre es Dr. Jose Hernandez. Hablo cinco lenguajes. Alemán, francés, italiano, portugués, y español. Je suis la personne la plus futée que vous connaîtrez jamais. Siete bastardi ingenui!” Joe bangs on the door “Geben Sie mich frei! Ich verfluche Ihre Familien! You hear me you bastards I am not a fucking subject for you to study!” Joe slumps down on the floor crying, “I’m a fucking Anthropologist for Christ’s sake.”
< After a few seconds Phyllis speaks up “ He says his name is Doctor Jose Hernandez, an Anthropologist fluent in five languages.”
< “Well *Docter* my name is Dr. Troy and in the name of science and medicine I am sure you won’t mind us using you.”
< “Like I have a choice you ingenuous bastard” Joe sits back up on his bed.
< For the next five months Joe is poked, prodded, and tested on with out relief…
to be continued…
well I'm movin so you might not hear from me for a while.