2 Years Later
"Audio Diary, testing of Lot 92 on Fontaine's boy, hereby known as Jack. Suchong created formula as ace in hole. Stupid Kraut let slip to Fontaine. Fontaine want Suchong to erase most of mental conditioning, save for trigger phrase, 'would you kindly'. This has taken a lot on Suchong's part, a good amount of altering went into formula. If all but specified conditioning isn't broken, there should be no negative side effects." Suchong clicks the stop button on the recorder and sets the audio diary aside as the doors swish apart and he steps into the operating room. Jack sits on the table, looking like a grown man, but dangling his feet nervously. He looks up and smiles when Suchong walks into the room. He's not scared of the elder Asian man, and Suchong finds this endlessly unnerving. He does not smile back as he heads to the table at Jack's side, opening the cabinets, sliding on latex gloves and a mask. He grabs a hypodermic needle and fills it with the yellow fluid of lot 92 before unceremoniously jabbing it into Jack's neck.
Jack looks up at him, still smiling, eyes dilating as the fluid enters his bloodstream.
"Now, boy, Suchong will run a few tests," the doctor said, pressing record again. "First, would you kindly stand?"
As anticipated, the boy stands.
"Would you kindly go stand on the scale?" Suchong says, his tone implying his boredom. He then speaks into the recorder as he fiddles with the numbers. "Height, 190 centimeters. Weight, 75 kilograms. Chronologically, the boy is 4 years old, though dated scientifically, or even just looking at him, he reads closer to 20 years of age. Would you kindly step down?"
"Now then, let's see…Ah yes, the most dangerous test. As established, trigger phrase still successful. Now Suchong must activate Fontaine's own ace in hole." He looks down at Jack, long numbed to the pangs of sympathy he'd felt for the boy in the past four years. As it started, even Suchong could find fault with the manipulation of a child, but when Fontaine came to that conclusion as well, he'd immediately gone to the other extreme. Now the boy was Fontaine's…pet for lack of a better word, Fontaine was constantly demanding tweaks to the boy's makeup, ensuring that he grew up beautiful, and as close to genetically perfect as possible.
He did grow up beautiful, even feeling loved, thanks mostly to Fontaine and the Kraut. It had seemed like a good thing at the time, Fontaine having a heart. But that heart was overcast. He was fiercely and violently protective of the boy, to the point of hiring bodyguards, two of which he'd killed for 'looking at him funny'. And this was no crime Fontaine was exactly guiltless of either. He could put up the front of caring for Jack like a son, and everyone from the boy himself to Tenenbaum could believe it. But Suchong had seen the lust darkening Fontaine's eyes for the boy when he thought no one was looking. The fact that - at least in respect to the multiple physicals Suchong had given the boy – Fontaine had yet to touch the boy despite those feelings made it all the more disgusting in the elder doctor's opinion. Waiting for the mental conditioning to be removed was almost as terribly cheesy as waiting for the wedding night. Had it been Suchong, had Suchong still had the capacity to be attracted to anyone, he would've 'would you kindly'd' the boy in to fucking him several times over. At any rate, he pitied the poor boy for being such an object to everyone, but that pity was heavily tinged with disgust. The child may be four chronological years old, but he was highly intelligent. There was no way he couldn't know of Fontaine's desires.
He narrows his eyes at the boy and mutters "Code Yellow."
After a moment of silence Suchong nods "Lot 92 successful. Previous to ingestion, Code Yellow was meant to activate slow and painful cardiac failure of the subject. Jack is unharmed. Conditioning is undone, all tests are conclusive." He presses stop on the recorder again and watches Jack slide off the cold examination table.
"Thank you, papa Suchong." The boy says, now with the deep voice of a man.
"Thanks are unnecessary," Suchong replies, shaking his head "Fontaine should be thanking Suchong. It was years worth of research that went into the conditioning Suchong has just undone. All the same…," he murmurs, uncomfortable, "Best of luck to you."
Jack nods and leaves without another word.