Gleefully he brings up a holographic display recording of the operation. Warren is silently screaming as his wings thrash about frantically. The sinister looking chair he is manacled to hold him fast and The Maker’s mechanical grip holds Worthington’s skull perfectly still as the drill sinks messily into Angel’s temple.
"The subject had the jitters right as we were about to start. Monitors detected a sharp rise in adrenalin and heart rate. I think he was worried that we might have been giving him defective parts."
The translucent display then shows Worthington’s struggles to lessen bit by bit as The Maker studiously beings to insert a number of implants.
"I cauterized his panic responses and rerouted the impulses with nanoneurowire to the pleasure centers. Whenever he starts to get scared, he'll feel like he's at Disneyland now. I also hardwired his sense of doubt to instead result in a intense sense of 'family' associated with images of the members of the Summers clan. Any of these response can be manually active by remote control, either through my console or telepathically via your or the Master’s psionic signature, as per standard. "
Warren was now lying limp with his eyes rolled back into his head. He seemed to be babbling.
"This is where I implanted the cortex bomb. I didn’t use the standard model, since there's been complaints of the 'splatter' fallout at parties. So instead I outfitted him with an implosive device. All non metal parts of course.
Interesting thing here, the implantation of cortex units tends to evoke a fugue state in the recipient during the procedure. Looks like Warren was extra susceptible. He's fine now, but while he was under he made mention of a daughter. I didn’t know he had a kid."
He licks his metal lips.
"If she takes after dad, I bet she’d be ideal for my the Adamantium wing lacing project I proposed at the last board meeting."
Children were so resilient. Physiologically, they dealt with cyberization much better than adults.
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Date: 2007-05-23 11:25 pm (UTC)"The subject had the jitters right as we were about to start. Monitors detected a sharp rise in adrenalin and heart rate. I think he was worried that we might have been giving him defective parts."
The translucent display then shows Worthington’s struggles to lessen bit by bit as The Maker studiously beings to insert a number of implants.
"I cauterized his panic responses and rerouted the impulses with nanoneurowire to the pleasure centers. Whenever he starts to get scared, he'll feel like he's at Disneyland now.
I also hardwired his sense of doubt to instead result in a intense sense of 'family' associated with images of the members of the Summers clan.
Any of these response can be manually active by remote control, either through my console or telepathically via your or the Master’s psionic signature, as per standard. "
Warren was now lying limp with his eyes rolled back into his head. He seemed to be babbling.
"This is where I implanted the cortex bomb. I didn’t use the standard model, since there's been complaints of the 'splatter' fallout at parties. So instead I outfitted him with an implosive device. All non metal parts of course.
Interesting thing here, the implantation of cortex units tends to evoke a fugue state in the recipient during the procedure. Looks like Warren was extra susceptible. He's fine now, but while he was under he made mention of a daughter. I didn’t know he had a kid."
He licks his metal lips.
"If she takes after dad, I bet she’d be ideal for my the Adamantium wing lacing project I proposed at the last board meeting."
Children were so resilient. Physiologically, they dealt with cyberization much better than adults.