by Will Stanton » Wed Jul 15, 2020 10:16 pm
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stanton. Will? Do you prefer Will?"
The man in the white doctor's coat walked down the hallway, pressing the intercom so he could talk with the new patient.
"I'm doctor..."
"Wayne Cole. It's Wayne, right? I can smell you from here. If Wayne Cole is what passes for a scientist in this world, we're more fucked than I thought."
The man shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"That's right; I'm Dr. Cole. It's a pleasure to meet you, though it sounds like we've met before, in a manner of speaking? And I'm not a scientist; I'm one of the staff's counselors."
"Even peachier. A reprobate and ASBO-earning punk now's in charge of trying to unravel my deep, inner mysteries. My God save our souls."
"Will, you're under the influence of a drug at the moment, do you remember? We were able to remove the source of the MGH, but your body is producing it now. We believe that constant flow is impairing your judgment and making you upset; we're working on a way to help you. Can you help us? We would like to help you return to normal."
"Normal. You don't even know what normal IS; Wayne. It's the tyranny of normal that drove me to this in the first place."
"Will, we're just trying to help you. That's what we do here at Muir; we want to help you better adapt to the world around you, and give you the tools you need to be a productive member of society..."
"Well, the world will have to adapt to me, won't it? Or I'll just wait it out -- four years, 40 years, 4000 years, whatever it takes. I'll be home again, where I'm accepted for what I am."
"Will, your friends are concerned. Miss McManus and Mr. Narumi expressed significant concern..."
"My friends are on the other side of a dimensional breach, Wayne. Their...carbon copies here don't understand me like they do."
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh and unfair there, Will? That's probably the drug talking..."
"You would know a thing or two about unfairness, wouldn't you, Wayne? I can taste your tattoo from here. Tell me, does Muir Island's HR department know about your connection with..."
Dr. Cole removed his hand from the intercom, and took a step back. "I'll record this conversation in our files, Mr. Stanton. I'm afraid that, until you're a little more cooperative with us, there's not...all that much we can do for you."
He turned and walked down the hallway, leaving the blob alone once more.