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[underscene]

He's tall. He wears a cleanly pressed green uniform; a barcode and series of numbers where a name plate would typically be. A surgeon's mask hangs around his neck and his hands are still gloved. He's pristine to the point of unnerving, and everything but his eyes might suggest he was in perfect health. He was not, however, nearly as together as he seemed... but that was the story of everyone, wasn't it? The more perfect the outside the more mess lay within.

To say that Cyro had many questions for the forum would be an understatement. As blip amongst the folk within, he'd been watching and listening to people come and go for a bit of time. With such a well of knowledge (and potential stupidity) available here from diverse physics, realities, time, and law, it seemed like such a waste to ask an open question.

It was at the moment where words caught somewhere in his throat he came to a startling realization: he was actually afraid. That must be the ultimate conclusion. There was little else to explain why, even here, he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask. What if no one had an answer?

"Genetic engineering," he began, walking calm through the forum and toward the front. "Does your world have it, how advanced is it, have there been difficulties with it?"

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[underscene]

"Everything is military in my world. Everyone a soldier in some regard, ready to deploy in time of emergency. 2075 nuclear war devastated the planet. Most life was destroyed, records, research, people, plants. Our government has become an Oligarchy. We sustain off genetically engineered sustenance and recently began engineering children to repopulate as the fallout has rendered most people barren. Nothing is organic anymore, well.. not much anyway."

A rather matter-of-fact monologue for you. Although he can understand why someone might take an issue with everything that he is... Outside of being a GE that could potentially explode at a drop of a dime and, with the skill and precision that comes with being a doctor, create a fairly lengthy trail of blood. He would be a liar if he said the temptation hadn't trickled down his spine before. Stalk the rooms of Negus one by one.

But anyway. "I don't. I open people up to replace parts that aren't working and save lives."

A finger points at the next statement, "your issue lays with my superiors. As do my own."

[notalldead]

"Sounds about like what'd happen if the Government had their way back home. Get everythin' regimented and barcoded." He nods at the other man's lapel where his nametag should be. "You a product of them then? With all this inorganic who-whatsis you're on about?"

Regarding the practice of why Cyro cuts open people, Jesse just mumbles around a cigar he's put between his teeth while he rummages for a match. "Sure. I'll believe that when I see it."

[underscene]

It was a logical step forward. When you're on the verge of extinction a strict code of living made sense, but corruption would never leave the crevices of those with power. It was human nature to destroy and self serve. It didn't have to be forever, though. That could be fixed if they learned how to fix it.

"Hopefully you won't have to see it," he replies with ease. "I am one of those inorganic who-whatsis. The first one to survive the 5 year mark. Out of roughly a dozon, five lived."

[notalldead]

"What they makin' you for? Don't got people who know how to be surgeons? Or y'all just fodder for whatever your government's up to?" This is one that's learned a long time ago not to trust the political authorities for some reason or another. Finding a match, he takes a moment to scratch it on the bottom of his boot and lift the small flame to the end of his cigar.

After a few puffs to get it going, he continues. "And y'all just walkin' lockstep with what your government's tellin' ya? Why, cuz they made you?"

[underscene]

"There's approximately 300 people in my dome. Disobedience isn't an easy venture, nor a wise one." He addressed that matter first, hands folded.

"There are, but why not create a better candidate? In the event that others fail you have this handcrafted specimen tailored specifically to function under the constrains of the workplace, capable of absorbing and utilizing all the knowledge necessary for a selected range of duties, and engineered to have more stamina, higher intellect, and greater physical health than your average nuclear mutant."

[notalldead]

"So yer in an enclosure. Okay." He waits to listen to the rest before continuing to comment.

"I ain't followin'. You okay with where you're at? Knowin' they made you just to do what they want? Like some kinda tool?" Jesse looks dubious, taking a long drag on his cigar and blowing the smoke out through his ruined nose.

[underscene]

"No, I'm explaining the reasoning of why they made us. A perfectly rational thing to want under such circumstances, don't you think?" He lofted a short sigh.

"I am more than capable of understanding the reason behind every choice they choose to make but I can't..." Fucking kill them all, that's what he wants to do. Kill everything, himself too. End it all. Wouldn't that be better. No, fucking just.. stop thinking like this. There is a way to fix all of this. There has to be.

"On account of being a human being and being one of the human beings that they're allowing to fall apart in the pursuit of science allow it to happen for much longer. The most optimal method would be to fix.. myself. Far more difficult than one might think."

[notalldead]

"Heal thyself, doctor, huh? So if y'all fall apart, they're just gonna watch it happen? Like seein' how far a car can go before the wheels fall off?" He shakes his head. "That's a bitch, son."