This choice: You wake some time later and are discharged. • Go Back...Chapter #8About Project DOLLHOUSE by: Unknown You felt hazy, just woke up after that dose of sleeping drugs they pumped in to you.
"Rise and shine Tim." hearing that monotonic voice it must be one of the doctors, you sat yourself straight and saw Doctor Saunders at the door frame.
"Hey doc... I'm gonna..." you said. Holding on the bed frame you stepped down onto the floor and walked to the table in front and grab your folded set of clothes.
"Yeah, I-I'll leave you to it, call out when you're done." He said, walking out the door.
You then began taking off the green hospital robe with a crane pull upward from the neck to the head, looking at your naked-self you noticed several bruises on your skinny body and legs when looking downwards. "Oww..." poking at one at the rib bone and decide to leave the other bruises.
"Doc, I'm done!" you called loud, second later Dr. Saunders came in. Seemed like he's fidgeting on his left hand, with his right holding a clipboard with papers. But you didn't mind.
"Your mother's scans are um... positive, Tim... you're both free to go." He said, seemed tense in the way he said it. You asked him of your mom's whereabouts and he said he will take you to her. Before you went out, "Um doc, about the procedure..." he stopped walking and turned to face you.
"What are you doing to my mom, exactly?"
Well, that's... uh... That's not actually something we're supposed to reveal," the doctor replied. "It's highly top secret and..."
"I have the right to know!" you interrupted. "She's my mom, I agree with you to kept a secret that she's supposed to know but me myself didn't fully know of what you're doing!"
Cracking slightly under the pressure, "Uhh, I... uh." Dr. Saunders looked towards the clipboard on his hand and look at you to say, stammering as he did " I... I can't. We made it quite clear that we're not supposed to tell anyone and you agreed to it."
"Agreed to WHAT?!" you shouted. Having had more than enough of this runaround. Causing him to look at you again, before eventually sighed.
"Oh, alright. But you have to keep this strictly between us. None of what I'm about to tell you can leave this room." He stared sharp, and you nodded in agreement. Simply wanting to know.
"A year ago the military came to us with..." he began. Pausing momentarily to find the correct wording. "What shall I call them...? 'Failed experiments' perhaps? From something called Project DOLLHOUSE. Volunteer subjects that had all sadly died, but were offered to us for our own research purposes in return for our particular area of expertise. Which is of course, the brain. Apparently they were trying to create personnel, who could possess sets of information and set of skills instantly by 'interacting' with their target. Done through enhancing the patient's brainwave, allowing them to connect with other's brainwave and copy what they need.
Thus, giving the name Dollhouse, with Kerry teasing it psycho... " he chuckled "... Which is of course where me and Kerry came in. Giving them a few pointers on where they might be going wrong."
Holy shit, you thought. This sounding completely insane. "The military are actually working on something like that?" you bemused. It sounding more like science fiction than science fact.
"It was a lost cause from the start and completely impossible to achieve." Looking up the ceiling then back at you, he added, "I heard that their closest success, exaggerated the initial intention, meaning the personnel ended up absorbed the target's consciousness... unlike our own research into brain transplantation. Something that Dr. Kerry and I here having been working to achieve for the past 20 years. Which we now have succeed."
Not that this was of any particularly interest to you. Caring little how long they'd been doing it for, and instead, far more interested in what exactly it was they had done.
"So, what are you saying? That you put some dead military rejects' brain into my mom's body?"
He nodded. "A part of the brain to be precise."
"Why?"
"Because, unfortunately due to the severity of the car accident," he explained, "not everyone came out completely unscathed. We had to use part of the donor brain in place of a part that had been severely damaged. Beyond repair. In order to save a life. There really wasn't any other way." he explained, sounded heavy underneath his voice
Naturally, this came as a complete shock to you. Not only at the fact that your mom had been that close to death, but also that the doctors had gone to such extreme measures. It becoming quite clear from his nervousness, as well as this whole military deal and what you'd overheard earlier, that this particular procedure most likely wasn't legal. Putting them both in a very precarious position indeed.
"Don't worry though," he assured you, with an judged pat on the shoulder. "It was a complete success. The donor brain seems to be perfectly compatible and everything is working just fine."
"Umm if they're dead and those weird experiment doesn't work, why tell me?"
His answer to this was, "It was for insurance purposes." This not really being all that comforting to hear. Informing you then that you would need to sign an Non disclosure agreement stating that you were aware of what happened and would keep it a secret, under pain of serious legal action, or possibly even worse. The military being especially eager for none of their dirty dealings to get out. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Doctor... well I better go meet my mom." You relieved, walking ahead of Dr. Saunders to the door
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