Chapter Two: Deyana's Revelation
I cut the scalp with precise motions, diverting and soaking up the blue liquid, carefully maneuvering my way deep through the added brain organ tissue that was added to the human brain to help work the new body, but what I searched for lay underneath it. I gently manipulated my way to the base of the cranium, digging out the small, silver ball from its lodgings. After removing it, I spent the majority of the surgery, that must have lasted hours, repairing the organ tissues, and then, repairing the scalp and stitching up the skin. I pumped more the blue liquid into the winger's system, knowing it would still be roughly a day before any results came of my surgery.
"So, what's the point?" Dan asked sarcastically. He growled in disgust at the winger I had been operating on.
"The manipulation of the human mind," I said simply.
"Why do you care? Why can't we just take our technology and go and destroy them?" Dan was often brash.
"We can't because we don't have the numbers, and doing so wouldn't be correct justice," I concluded that long ago. "Fight fire with fire." Dan shrugged, during away, not understanding. Julio knew what I spoke of, but neither of us would know if it would ever truly work. There had been no way to tell if extensive damage had been done to the brain itself, but experimenting was the best way to find out.
"Wait a day," I whispered to no one.
I cut the scalp with precise motions, diverting and soaking up the blue liquid, carefully maneuvering my way deep through the added brain organ tissue that was added to the human brain to help work the new body, but what I searched for lay underneath it. I gently manipulated my way to the base of the cranium, digging out the small, silver ball from its lodgings. After removing it, I spent the majority of the surgery, that must have lasted hours, repairing the organ tissues, and then, repairing the scalp and stitching up the skin. I pumped more the blue liquid into the winger's system, knowing it would still be roughly a day before any results came of my surgery.
"So, what's the point?" Dan asked sarcastically. He growled in disgust at the winger I had been operating on.
"The manipulation of the human mind," I said simply.
"Why do you care? Why can't we just take our technology and go and destroy them?" Dan was often brash.
"We can't because we don't have the numbers, and doing so wouldn't be correct justice," I concluded that long ago. "Fight fire with fire." Dan shrugged, during away, not understanding. Julio knew what I spoke of, but neither of us would know if it would ever truly work. There had been no way to tell if extensive damage had been done to the brain itself, but experimenting was the best way to find out.
"Wait a day," I whispered to no one.