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The drugs don't keep working as well as Delia would like. She gets her scans, her initial examinations, but she doesn't get to the interesting stuff, the hands-on, internal exams, before they begin to wear off. -
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Delia Harbor, head of Human Resources in NYC Facility 12. Has such a nice ring to it, mm? She has Dominic's old office, and a jar on her desk with a brain in it. All is well in her world. -
An exchange.
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Beep.
You have reached the voice mail of Doctor Delia Harbor. As she's not answering her phone, she is either
A) Incurably insane
B) Dead by furious cyborg
C) Out waterskiing
D) In an induced cryogenic coma to keep her cells from degrading into undifferentiated genetic material.
Please leave a message after the beep. -
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Del can't get out of bed today.
Damnit. Having your genes fall apart sucks. -
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[painscreamingtearingrippingburning--]
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Del is locked in her room. That's not a good place for someone already unstable to be. She really really wants out. There's a lot of thumping on the door. And because the web's open, she can whisper in people's ears.
Like Dom's.
Incredible. He tricked you into thinking it was your idea. I'd hoped you were smarter than that. -
Open to the entire web.
Aurelius is going to win this, you know. We all know it. He'll kill everyone Andy left behind, and then he'll come for us. Grey, your daughter's probably the most expendable of us. God knows, she's a liability ( Read more... )
