Night 49: Disciplinary Therapy Room 1 [M-U for Claude C. Kenni]
And how would the so-called Hero of Light fare now? Claude hadn't exactly lived up to that title, had he? Now here he was, strapped to a table with a blindingly bright light suspended over his whole body. The wavelengths had been altered, so this was no ordinary light. It had taken some time for them to get all the details of the complex experiment worked out, which was why Claude had been spared this for so long. But now it was his time, and the doctor in charge of him was intent on making it an event he wouldn't easily forget.
The more complicated components -- that is, the technology and machinery necessary for DNA manipulation -- were off to the side for now, and the doctor would deal with that later. First, he needed to inscribe the first crest into the young man's skin. Maybe then Claude would be able to make more of himself -- though only after paying a price, of course.
The symbol was already drawn onto the patient's upper arm, waiting to be inked in. The doctor realized that he could have done the job while Claude was still unconscious, but that would be depriving the young man of a pain he clearly shouldn't miss out on -- in the doctor's opinion, at least.
He stood a short distance away from the table and the light, wanting as little exposure to it as possible. It needed to do its work on the patient, but the doctor wanted nothing to do with that. Not that it would have much of an effect if the subsequent steps weren't taken, but safety was a high priority. For the staff, at least. The patients were another story, of course.
So the doctor stood by, waiting for his patient to wake up.
The more complicated components -- that is, the technology and machinery necessary for DNA manipulation -- were off to the side for now, and the doctor would deal with that later. First, he needed to inscribe the first crest into the young man's skin. Maybe then Claude would be able to make more of himself -- though only after paying a price, of course.
The symbol was already drawn onto the patient's upper arm, waiting to be inked in. The doctor realized that he could have done the job while Claude was still unconscious, but that would be depriving the young man of a pain he clearly shouldn't miss out on -- in the doctor's opinion, at least.
He stood a short distance away from the table and the light, wanting as little exposure to it as possible. It needed to do its work on the patient, but the doctor wanted nothing to do with that. Not that it would have much of an effect if the subsequent steps weren't taken, but safety was a high priority. For the staff, at least. The patients were another story, of course.
So the doctor stood by, waiting for his patient to wake up.