Notes From New Vegas 39
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camwynNotes From New Vegas 39: I Hate My Life, Now Why Does My Head Go 'Clonk'?
When last we saw our heroine Janice had left Utah in favor of the Mojave and flipped her lid because nobody had actually changed anything while she was gone. She immediately stumped on down to Gun Runners (always guaranteed to have lots of caps on hand!) and sold all the extra stuff she'd picked up in Utah that wasn't of some kind of personal importance, then set out for Novac to stash the important stuff- the gun and armor of the MORMON OF DOOM, the paw thing from Ghost of She, etc.- in her room safe down there, took a nice long nap on a bed that might be two hundred years old but at least wasn't on the ground somewhere, and then got up and headed south again to see about that radio signal advertising the Mojave Midnight Drive-In Science Fiction Feature. This... may have been a mistake. See, she was thinking it was probably a Legion trap and should be investigated, and while it was in fact a trap it wasn't a Legion trap. It was a crashed satellite thing projecting images at the drive-in screen, and when she went up to poke at the satellite, everything went shiny and white and she passed out. And when she woke up she was somewhere completely unfamiliar, in a hospital gown that completely failed to close at the back, and with a bright shiny new set of scars in places you don't ordinarily get scars. Like, along her back, around her sternum, and up around the top of her skull, kind of scars.
Once again, we invoke the name of Roy Furious and his powers derived from his BOUNDLESS RAGE.
(I should note at this point that there was an intro movie directed almost exclusively at the player, a rather fascinating tale of the research facility called Big Mountain- or Big MT- and its endless quest for enlightenment through science, and how in the end the Great War caught it by surprise and left it dead in the desert, its answers all too late and all to the wrong questions. But Janice had no idea about that. Not that it would have helped her if she did.)
Anyway, after she finished poking at her scars, it occurred to her that:
- She had funky new scars.
- Her stuff was not currently on her person.
- She was not in any room she recognized.
- In fact, she was in a room where one entire wall was composed of nothing but shiny blue force fields.
- And the force field was only giving her a view of industrial towers belching smoke, weird glowing red fog, miniature cities of hexagonal concrete, moving satellite dishes, elevated railroad lines, a big stoney dome-looking thing, and possibly glowing giant crystals.
- And she was wearing a butt-exposing hospital gown and hardly any skivvies worth mentioning.
WHAT. WHAT. NO WORDS IN ANY LANGUAGE FOR THIS. WHAT.
She did some hyperventilating, and then she realized she was sitting on a bench next to a footlocker, and sure enough for SOME ungodly reason her stuff was in it. Which was fine with her because HOSPITAL GOWN BUTT EXPOSURE DEADLY KILLER MOJAVE ENVIRONMENT TERRIFYING LANDSCAPE OF INDUSTRIAL HELL WHAT. (Surprises of this kind are not really good for the ol' linguistic centers.) Once she got some, y'know, pants and such on, she poked around the rest of the room; it was a ring-shaped balcony around a central, rather large area with a glowy blue door and a sign that indicated 'The Sink' lay beyond.
Well, THAT was reassuring. Unfortunately, it was also the only way out, so...
Turned out the Sink was a room with a big light-up display of some kind in the middle, and a workbench and a reloading bench for working with ammo, and a bunch of other facilities- a biological research area, a single very small actual sink, a bedroom with a teeny little non-functional Securitron in it, an area with a table and an Eat-o-Matic and a toaster and a TV screen the size of a blackboard, a couple of soda vending machines, a full-sized Auto-Doc that looked like a similar model to the ones at the Sierra Madre... there was no bathroom for some reason. Lockers, sure, but no bathroom. Janice thought this was weird, but whatever, there was nobody in the place and she couldn't find any working cameras. There weren't working much of anything, really, not even the sink or the Auto-Doc. It looked sort of harmless overall. The only signs she could find that anybody lived there, or had lived there, were that the lights worked and that someone had left a couple of pre-War books and a suit of scientist-type scrubs in the bedroom. They looked pretty old, though, so she didn't touch them. What she did touch was the glowy blue door that said Think Tank on it.
First weird thing about the other side: an odd, peaceful, overwhelmingly peaceful feeling that settled over Janice like a Brahmin suddenly sitting on a very small bug. Second weird thing: the echoing sound of her footsteps as she proceeded up the slanting corridor ahead of her to see what lay beyond. Third weird thing: the gigantic, GIGANTIC dome-shaped room with every single wall covered in computer displays and controls and data readouts. Fourth weird thing: oh, yeah, the FLOATING BRAINS IN GLOWING COLORED JARS WAVING TV SCREENS FULL OF EYES AND MOUTHS AT HER, DID I MENTION THE FLOATING BRAINS?
Yeah. Five of them. Arranged in a neat little V pointed directly at Janice, all their computer screen-generated eyes fixed directly on her. Janice, quite naturally, stood there blinking and going 'dzuh?' for a moment. Really, wouldn't you? Floating brains. In jars. Looking at you. And then announcing, and this is a direct quote- caps and all:
"BE WARNED, INTRUDER! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MIGHTY THINK TANK OF BIG MOUNTAIN! THE COLLECTIVE GENIUSES OF- WE- BY OPPENHEIMER, WHICH OF YOU SELF-PROFESSED GENIUSES HAS BEEN ADJUSTING MY VOLUME KNOB??"
Mmmmmyeah.
The brains then started arguing with each other, loudly, including one who seemed to only be able to argue in radio static and one who sounded remarkably like Dr. Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture and disliked the others denigrating his feelings and his scientific opinions. Janice could not possibly have gotten a word in edgewise if she'd tried, and I'm not really sure she had the wherewithal to try. When there are FIVE FLOATING BRAINS IN JARS arguing over you and calling you a lobotomite- no, that's not a misspelling, that's exactly what it said on the screen- and saying you were 'the repository of the brain we sent the signal to' or that brain's skinvelope- way to go, by the way, Bethesda and Obsidian. You win the prize for Most Freakishly disturbing Word of the Week....
Right, okay, skinvelope, lobotomite, 'proof that there may indeed be something beyond the Crater', and then the brain with a female voice started saying Janice was blinking at them like a big hairless teddy bear. And then the lead guy brain thundered that Janice was disgusting, all biological and fleshy, standing there with- NO WHAT THE HELL THERE ARE NOT PENISES WRIGGLING ON HER FEET! OR ON HER HANDS WHAT THE HELL.
... wait. What. What did that one say. What did that one say. Janice was 'unusually attentive for something whose brain has been extracted'? WHAT??
Janice started bellowing at that point, at least as far as she was able despite that weirdly heavy feeling of peace, and the brains all kind of freaked out about the fact that the lobotomite infestation was apparently able to talk. Yes, she told them, she COULD talk, and no, in playing God they did NOT create a monster, and WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER BRAIN-
Of course, that was the point at which the transmission from the FORBIDDEN ZONE started blaring on the giant screen behind Janice, and everybody shut up. The transmission was sent by DOCTOR MOBIUS, who was apparently a floating brain like the others, albeit one in a rusty housing with a cracked and blackened right eye-monitor. One broadcasting from the DOME-SHAPED-DOME IN THE FORBIDDEN ZONE! one who had DEADLY ROBO-SCORPIONS swarming with their PINCERS and POINTY LASER TAILS! Soon ALL SCIENCE WOULD BE HIS!
As Dave Barry has said many a time in the past, I am not making this up. Fallout means ALWAYS having to say you're sorry. Because that's just how it is.
At any rate, Mobius signed off without launching into mad cackling, which was a little disappointing. Janice just stared at the screen while one of the brains muttered, "Mobius. Always the same broadcast," and mentioned that Mobius had been exiled for crimes too horrible for memory. (This from floating brains who could use words like 'skinvelope' in casual conversation.) The brain who sounded like Dr. Venture disgustedly said that they'd put a stop to Mobius' insanity except that they couldn't physically get into the Forbidden Zone and the robo-scorpions would kill them all.
AWWW GEE. AIN'T THAT A SHAME, BRAIN BOY.
At that point one of the other brains- Janice couldn't really keep track of them very well- said that maybe they should ask the lobotomite for help. This got an answer of "But what of its brain? we scooped that out! We don't even know where we left it! And we don't know how to put it back in!"
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
"Well, yes, but it's aware and responsive. If we ask it politely and leave the part about the unnecessary ruthless lobotomizing out, it might be favorably disposed to us!"
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH.
So at that point Dr. Thundervoice, the one with the volume control issues, started asking Janice for assistance. Janice demanded to know HOW the HELL her body was still moving around and how she was even THINKING without her brain being in, you know, her actual skull. Dr. Other Thundervoice- two of the brains were particularly bombastic, and she couldn't tell them apart- cheerfully announced that "Once the brain was out, then came the COILS. The TESLA coils! Of NIKOLA TESLA!"
... oh god.
Apparently they'd stuffed her head full of miniature Tesla coils or something. And apparently the reason she wasn't flying across the room to bash the brains' tanks open with her bare hands was because there was something inside the dome called a pacification field that only affected her, because her brain wasn't in there. Which... no, that didn't make sense, that didn't make sense at ALL, but it was the kind of thing you couldn't really argue with because TALKING BRAINS IN JARS WHO TOOK OUT MY BRAIN. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID. Also apparently they were TALKING BRAINS IN JARS WHO TOOK OUT HER HEART AND SPINE. Somehow. Once her brain was out they just... removed those and replaced them with other... things... and put them aside in case they were needed later. At which point the female-voiced brain said, "Shhh, little organs. Go to sleep in your tanks. Dala loves you."
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Apparently all this hapened via an auto-doc that Dala was using (Dala, it seemed, took a weird joy in the really gross biological aspects of SCIENCE!!). Said auto-doc worked so hard on Janice's surgery that it destroyed its own memory. And the brain lost itself. Might've gotten flushed into one of the pipes, neither Dala nor Dr. Venture could say. OH THAT'S JUST PRIME.
Anyway, the brains attempted to suck up to Janice, not very well but they tried. Dr. Venture was best at it, pointing out that, well, Janice had hands and that if she wanted her brain back and she retrieved certain technologies for them from other parts of the crater, that'd be her best chance at it. So, rather reluctantly, Janice agreed. At which point Dr. Thundervoice said:
"EXCELLENT. THIS IS TURNING OUT MUCH BETTER THAN THE ACTIVATE-THE-RETREAT-PROTOCOLS-AND-COWER-IN-MY-ROOM-IDEA-I-HAD-EARLIER."
*sigh*
The technologies in question were something called the x-2 transmitter array to focus thought waves at high frequencies, the psychoanalytic cardiac regulator X-13 something or other stealth suit, and a sonic-soundwave-emitter-projector-gun that could emit all kinds of interesting frequencies. Which, fine, okay, Janice could look for those. The brains, however, were very insistent that she should should search for these things quickly and KEEP HER FILTHY PENIS-TIPPED FEET OUT OF THEIR SECRETS.
I like to think she gave them the finger at that point, because that's not a particularly violent gesture and could probably get past the pacification field.
Then one of them mentioned that she probably shouldn't try to walk too far from the crater, because if she did, she'd run into the radar fence and get knocked out and wake back up back in the Dome. It would hurt. There might be memory loss and severe neural degradation. Again, JUST PRIME.
Janice started scowling, and suddenly one of them spoke up and said he'd just realized they already had the sonic emitter gun after all. Which, okay, Janice could live with that- but only if they gave it to her so she had a chance with all the other whackjob weirdness she was sure to run into out there. The other brains sounded a little uncomfortable at the idea, but Dr. Thundervoice said, "IT IS TRULY THE END OF ALL INTELLIGENCE WHEN THE LOBOTOMITE SPEAKS WITH MORE WISDOM THAN YOU GENIUSES," and she got the gun. It wasn't able to do more than one frequency, though. The one they really needed, which could apparently break up force fields, was in somewhere called the X-8 research center. In the meantime, the brain who could only speak in static because of with the vocalizer problems had to prime the gun by 'sonjaculating' into it. None of the others were willing to touch the gun after that. Janice just... rolled her eyes, took the gun anyway, and privately decided that just as soon as she was able she was going to go through absolutely everything in the crater that might give her the ability to make these nutcases' existence miserable and very, very short. For now, though... for now she had to talk to them, one on one, and figure out if there was any extra info she needed. After all, they'd taken her brain. It was only right that she should get to pick theirs.
When last we saw our heroine Janice had left Utah in favor of the Mojave and flipped her lid because nobody had actually changed anything while she was gone. She immediately stumped on down to Gun Runners (always guaranteed to have lots of caps on hand!) and sold all the extra stuff she'd picked up in Utah that wasn't of some kind of personal importance, then set out for Novac to stash the important stuff- the gun and armor of the MORMON OF DOOM, the paw thing from Ghost of She, etc.- in her room safe down there, took a nice long nap on a bed that might be two hundred years old but at least wasn't on the ground somewhere, and then got up and headed south again to see about that radio signal advertising the Mojave Midnight Drive-In Science Fiction Feature. This... may have been a mistake. See, she was thinking it was probably a Legion trap and should be investigated, and while it was in fact a trap it wasn't a Legion trap. It was a crashed satellite thing projecting images at the drive-in screen, and when she went up to poke at the satellite, everything went shiny and white and she passed out. And when she woke up she was somewhere completely unfamiliar, in a hospital gown that completely failed to close at the back, and with a bright shiny new set of scars in places you don't ordinarily get scars. Like, along her back, around her sternum, and up around the top of her skull, kind of scars.
Once again, we invoke the name of Roy Furious and his powers derived from his BOUNDLESS RAGE.
(I should note at this point that there was an intro movie directed almost exclusively at the player, a rather fascinating tale of the research facility called Big Mountain- or Big MT- and its endless quest for enlightenment through science, and how in the end the Great War caught it by surprise and left it dead in the desert, its answers all too late and all to the wrong questions. But Janice had no idea about that. Not that it would have helped her if she did.)
Anyway, after she finished poking at her scars, it occurred to her that:
- She had funky new scars.
- Her stuff was not currently on her person.
- She was not in any room she recognized.
- In fact, she was in a room where one entire wall was composed of nothing but shiny blue force fields.
- And the force field was only giving her a view of industrial towers belching smoke, weird glowing red fog, miniature cities of hexagonal concrete, moving satellite dishes, elevated railroad lines, a big stoney dome-looking thing, and possibly glowing giant crystals.
- And she was wearing a butt-exposing hospital gown and hardly any skivvies worth mentioning.
WHAT. WHAT. NO WORDS IN ANY LANGUAGE FOR THIS. WHAT.
She did some hyperventilating, and then she realized she was sitting on a bench next to a footlocker, and sure enough for SOME ungodly reason her stuff was in it. Which was fine with her because HOSPITAL GOWN BUTT EXPOSURE DEADLY KILLER MOJAVE ENVIRONMENT TERRIFYING LANDSCAPE OF INDUSTRIAL HELL WHAT. (Surprises of this kind are not really good for the ol' linguistic centers.) Once she got some, y'know, pants and such on, she poked around the rest of the room; it was a ring-shaped balcony around a central, rather large area with a glowy blue door and a sign that indicated 'The Sink' lay beyond.
Well, THAT was reassuring. Unfortunately, it was also the only way out, so...
Turned out the Sink was a room with a big light-up display of some kind in the middle, and a workbench and a reloading bench for working with ammo, and a bunch of other facilities- a biological research area, a single very small actual sink, a bedroom with a teeny little non-functional Securitron in it, an area with a table and an Eat-o-Matic and a toaster and a TV screen the size of a blackboard, a couple of soda vending machines, a full-sized Auto-Doc that looked like a similar model to the ones at the Sierra Madre... there was no bathroom for some reason. Lockers, sure, but no bathroom. Janice thought this was weird, but whatever, there was nobody in the place and she couldn't find any working cameras. There weren't working much of anything, really, not even the sink or the Auto-Doc. It looked sort of harmless overall. The only signs she could find that anybody lived there, or had lived there, were that the lights worked and that someone had left a couple of pre-War books and a suit of scientist-type scrubs in the bedroom. They looked pretty old, though, so she didn't touch them. What she did touch was the glowy blue door that said Think Tank on it.
First weird thing about the other side: an odd, peaceful, overwhelmingly peaceful feeling that settled over Janice like a Brahmin suddenly sitting on a very small bug. Second weird thing: the echoing sound of her footsteps as she proceeded up the slanting corridor ahead of her to see what lay beyond. Third weird thing: the gigantic, GIGANTIC dome-shaped room with every single wall covered in computer displays and controls and data readouts. Fourth weird thing: oh, yeah, the FLOATING BRAINS IN GLOWING COLORED JARS WAVING TV SCREENS FULL OF EYES AND MOUTHS AT HER, DID I MENTION THE FLOATING BRAINS?
Yeah. Five of them. Arranged in a neat little V pointed directly at Janice, all their computer screen-generated eyes fixed directly on her. Janice, quite naturally, stood there blinking and going 'dzuh?' for a moment. Really, wouldn't you? Floating brains. In jars. Looking at you. And then announcing, and this is a direct quote- caps and all:
"BE WARNED, INTRUDER! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MIGHTY THINK TANK OF BIG MOUNTAIN! THE COLLECTIVE GENIUSES OF- WE- BY OPPENHEIMER, WHICH OF YOU SELF-PROFESSED GENIUSES HAS BEEN ADJUSTING MY VOLUME KNOB??"
Mmmmmyeah.
The brains then started arguing with each other, loudly, including one who seemed to only be able to argue in radio static and one who sounded remarkably like Dr. Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture and disliked the others denigrating his feelings and his scientific opinions. Janice could not possibly have gotten a word in edgewise if she'd tried, and I'm not really sure she had the wherewithal to try. When there are FIVE FLOATING BRAINS IN JARS arguing over you and calling you a lobotomite- no, that's not a misspelling, that's exactly what it said on the screen- and saying you were 'the repository of the brain we sent the signal to' or that brain's skinvelope- way to go, by the way, Bethesda and Obsidian. You win the prize for Most Freakishly disturbing Word of the Week....
Right, okay, skinvelope, lobotomite, 'proof that there may indeed be something beyond the Crater', and then the brain with a female voice started saying Janice was blinking at them like a big hairless teddy bear. And then the lead guy brain thundered that Janice was disgusting, all biological and fleshy, standing there with- NO WHAT THE HELL THERE ARE NOT PENISES WRIGGLING ON HER FEET! OR ON HER HANDS WHAT THE HELL.
... wait. What. What did that one say. What did that one say. Janice was 'unusually attentive for something whose brain has been extracted'? WHAT??
Janice started bellowing at that point, at least as far as she was able despite that weirdly heavy feeling of peace, and the brains all kind of freaked out about the fact that the lobotomite infestation was apparently able to talk. Yes, she told them, she COULD talk, and no, in playing God they did NOT create a monster, and WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER BRAIN-
Of course, that was the point at which the transmission from the FORBIDDEN ZONE started blaring on the giant screen behind Janice, and everybody shut up. The transmission was sent by DOCTOR MOBIUS, who was apparently a floating brain like the others, albeit one in a rusty housing with a cracked and blackened right eye-monitor. One broadcasting from the DOME-SHAPED-DOME IN THE FORBIDDEN ZONE! one who had DEADLY ROBO-SCORPIONS swarming with their PINCERS and POINTY LASER TAILS! Soon ALL SCIENCE WOULD BE HIS!
As Dave Barry has said many a time in the past, I am not making this up. Fallout means ALWAYS having to say you're sorry. Because that's just how it is.
At any rate, Mobius signed off without launching into mad cackling, which was a little disappointing. Janice just stared at the screen while one of the brains muttered, "Mobius. Always the same broadcast," and mentioned that Mobius had been exiled for crimes too horrible for memory. (This from floating brains who could use words like 'skinvelope' in casual conversation.) The brain who sounded like Dr. Venture disgustedly said that they'd put a stop to Mobius' insanity except that they couldn't physically get into the Forbidden Zone and the robo-scorpions would kill them all.
AWWW GEE. AIN'T THAT A SHAME, BRAIN BOY.
At that point one of the other brains- Janice couldn't really keep track of them very well- said that maybe they should ask the lobotomite for help. This got an answer of "But what of its brain? we scooped that out! We don't even know where we left it! And we don't know how to put it back in!"
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
"Well, yes, but it's aware and responsive. If we ask it politely and leave the part about the unnecessary ruthless lobotomizing out, it might be favorably disposed to us!"
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH.
So at that point Dr. Thundervoice, the one with the volume control issues, started asking Janice for assistance. Janice demanded to know HOW the HELL her body was still moving around and how she was even THINKING without her brain being in, you know, her actual skull. Dr. Other Thundervoice- two of the brains were particularly bombastic, and she couldn't tell them apart- cheerfully announced that "Once the brain was out, then came the COILS. The TESLA coils! Of NIKOLA TESLA!"
... oh god.
Apparently they'd stuffed her head full of miniature Tesla coils or something. And apparently the reason she wasn't flying across the room to bash the brains' tanks open with her bare hands was because there was something inside the dome called a pacification field that only affected her, because her brain wasn't in there. Which... no, that didn't make sense, that didn't make sense at ALL, but it was the kind of thing you couldn't really argue with because TALKING BRAINS IN JARS WHO TOOK OUT MY BRAIN. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID. Also apparently they were TALKING BRAINS IN JARS WHO TOOK OUT HER HEART AND SPINE. Somehow. Once her brain was out they just... removed those and replaced them with other... things... and put them aside in case they were needed later. At which point the female-voiced brain said, "Shhh, little organs. Go to sleep in your tanks. Dala loves you."
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Apparently all this hapened via an auto-doc that Dala was using (Dala, it seemed, took a weird joy in the really gross biological aspects of SCIENCE!!). Said auto-doc worked so hard on Janice's surgery that it destroyed its own memory. And the brain lost itself. Might've gotten flushed into one of the pipes, neither Dala nor Dr. Venture could say. OH THAT'S JUST PRIME.
Anyway, the brains attempted to suck up to Janice, not very well but they tried. Dr. Venture was best at it, pointing out that, well, Janice had hands and that if she wanted her brain back and she retrieved certain technologies for them from other parts of the crater, that'd be her best chance at it. So, rather reluctantly, Janice agreed. At which point Dr. Thundervoice said:
"EXCELLENT. THIS IS TURNING OUT MUCH BETTER THAN THE ACTIVATE-THE-RETREAT-PROTOCOLS-AND-COWER-IN-MY-ROOM-IDEA-I-HAD-EARLIER."
*sigh*
The technologies in question were something called the x-2 transmitter array to focus thought waves at high frequencies, the psychoanalytic cardiac regulator X-13 something or other stealth suit, and a sonic-soundwave-emitter-projector-gun that could emit all kinds of interesting frequencies. Which, fine, okay, Janice could look for those. The brains, however, were very insistent that she should should search for these things quickly and KEEP HER FILTHY PENIS-TIPPED FEET OUT OF THEIR SECRETS.
I like to think she gave them the finger at that point, because that's not a particularly violent gesture and could probably get past the pacification field.
Then one of them mentioned that she probably shouldn't try to walk too far from the crater, because if she did, she'd run into the radar fence and get knocked out and wake back up back in the Dome. It would hurt. There might be memory loss and severe neural degradation. Again, JUST PRIME.
Janice started scowling, and suddenly one of them spoke up and said he'd just realized they already had the sonic emitter gun after all. Which, okay, Janice could live with that- but only if they gave it to her so she had a chance with all the other whackjob weirdness she was sure to run into out there. The other brains sounded a little uncomfortable at the idea, but Dr. Thundervoice said, "IT IS TRULY THE END OF ALL INTELLIGENCE WHEN THE LOBOTOMITE SPEAKS WITH MORE WISDOM THAN YOU GENIUSES," and she got the gun. It wasn't able to do more than one frequency, though. The one they really needed, which could apparently break up force fields, was in somewhere called the X-8 research center. In the meantime, the brain who could only speak in static because of with the vocalizer problems had to prime the gun by 'sonjaculating' into it. None of the others were willing to touch the gun after that. Janice just... rolled her eyes, took the gun anyway, and privately decided that just as soon as she was able she was going to go through absolutely everything in the crater that might give her the ability to make these nutcases' existence miserable and very, very short. For now, though... for now she had to talk to them, one on one, and figure out if there was any extra info she needed. After all, they'd taken her brain. It was only right that she should get to pick theirs.
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Date: 2012-04-16 02:12 pm (UTC)(I do not use this comparison lightly. I played through Little Yangtze the other day and after reading the terminal entries involving the prisoners' brains...)
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