damned_institute | Day 33: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli] [4th Shift]

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Day 33: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli] [4th Shift]

And now for the last.

Having had more problems than expected from his first patient of the day, Jizabel was unfortunately not expecting anything better from Mr. Peter Cullen. Things had been going far too well with his Tuesday and Wednesday patients, so it stood that the third day would naturally prove more difficult that the rest. Wasn't the third time the charm, or some such rubbish like that?

A few items had been removed from his coat and placed on his desk for consideration as he waited for Mr. Cullen's arrival. The thought that he'd yet to be attacked by any patient was never far from mind, so it would not hurt to be a little more than careful with the last. There hadn't once been a time when even Jizabel had managed a perfect record for controlling his victims, and those had been specimens he'd hand-selected. It had been a miracle he'd not earned the anger of anyone during their first meetings. That was sure to change either here or once the next week came.

The items were placed back in position with minor adjustments just prior to the rapping at his door. Dr. Disraeli settled a bit into his chair before calling that they may enter.

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Well now, hadn't that been the most unexpected thing he'd had all week?

"I'm afraid my sanity is the least of your concerns, uh... Mr. HK-47," he laughed, genuinely amused. This man was talking as though he were tranced, or at the very least possessed by a very strange creature. And what a name to choose! HK-47. It reminded Jizabel of some labeling numbers used for various poisons. Far be it for him to argue with anything that creative. "I've long since given up on retaining the social norm that might provide me with such a designation as 'sane'."

He wondered how best to deal with someone who apparently had it in mind to make this session flow less than smoothly. For now, all he could think would work was attempting an understanding. "But you are more than welcome to chip away at whatever fragments I may still retain," he nodded to the chair across from his desk, "care to test your luck?"

"Statement: Ah, good. Meatbags have such a limited, boring definition of sanity. It limits the ammount of creative stress releif an individual can legally engage in." Being an HK unit, for instance. As a highly illegal model, he was very much in support of less stringent social norms. The first idea that came to mind: kill the prudes.

He sat down in the chair, "Affirmative: If you try in any way to convince me that I am defective or supposed to be a meatbag, yes, I will. With every scrap of processing power I posess." Which, unfortunately, wasn't much. Human brains were so slow!

Meatbags, as far as Jizabel could determine, was "HK-47's" way of referring to humans. Appropriate, but that did leave a very curious thought in Jizabel's head: just what did "HK-47" believe he himself was, if not human? Some questioning was sure to clear that up quickly. "I take it your definition is far more detailed as a... what species might you designate yourself as?" he asked, careful of his words.

For now he was playing along since that at least kept his patient talking. He could not say that he did not enjoy the strangeness "HK-47" had brought with him, but at the same time he still had to do his job. Questions were a necessity if he was to learn anything of this behavior, and Jizabel was loathed to base all his assumptions on a limited file.

To the warning, Dr. Disraeli only nodded slowly in understanding. Just what "HK-47" might do was beyond him, but Jizabel had prepared himself for just about anything a human might attempt.

"Statement: As repeated many, many times during my time here, I was an assassin droid, before being somehow placed in this human meatbag body. I do not enjoy the change of perspective in the slightest." Oh. Right. The meatbag before lunch hadn't known what a droid was. Not really, anyway. Anyone who needed to have it explained to them in very small words wasn't exactly grasping the fine detail of the concept. "Query: You do know what a droid is, don't you, meatbag?"

No answer as the the definition of sanity, but Dr. Disraeli did not press. Definitions always varied from person to person, and he rather doubted "HK-47" would be able to alter his own beliefs on the subject.

He listened as his patient spoke, but only answered when he was presented a return question. "Not quite," he admitted, "I've lived a remarkably sheltered life, so I'm not very familiar with many things."

He was lying through his teeth and smiling all the while. The things of the world were no mystery to him, but the term "HK-47" was using was not one he'd ever come across before. The term was likely a made up one, something "HK-47's", or rather Peter Cullen's mind had created as a way to cope with the insanity. Regardless, Jizabel had inferred enough to know that his patient was probably similar to a Soul Snatcher - a drone if he was looking for a similar term to the stranger one. Or a pawn, the term Jizabel preferred more.

"Statement: Simply being, Quote: 'remarkably sheltered'," out came the voice immitation trick for the second time that day, "would not be enough to remove a person from all knowledge of droids. Therefore, you are lying. What a shame.

"Deffinition: A droid is a mechanical being, usually created with a certain degree of artificial intelligence. I happen to be a first-degree intelligence, and therefore can outperform meatbags on almost any cognitive tasks." Even to a certain degree in this meatbag body, although he was of course limited in how much he could edit the meatbag source code.

Dr. Disraeli allowed himself another laugh in front of his patient. "From someone who no doubt hasn't been, that is hardly a fair statement." Somehow this was beginning to feel more and more like the game he and Mr. Malloy had shared a few days back. "You would be surprised what atrocities human adults are prone to inflicting on their offspring - whether because they believe it to be best, or because they honestly wish for their children to suffer."

This time, there was no lie, and the truth left a cold look in Jizabel's eyes for a brief moment before his mask fell back into place. "Your 'first-degree intelligence' should be aware of that," he added in joking.

Now his patient sounded more as one of the resurrected dolls, not in the mechanical aspect but in that he had been created artificially. Or, as was the case here, he believed he had been created as such.

Oh, look. A reaction. HK responded to the frigid stare with an even more smug look than before. "Affirmative: Yes, I am well aware of the crime statistics, among other things. My skills have been employed for just such a case before." That senator had been so agitated when he'd ordered HK to terminate his wife and any male companion that might be with her at the time. Even more illogical was the fatal case of regret he'd felt just before HK had been about to complete his orders!

"Commentary: Meatbags seem to be so much more inspired in their sadism when their place in the social structure forces them to interact with certain others on a regular basis."

Crime was hardly the appropriate term for what Jizabel had in mind. His experiences went well beyond inhuman, then then some. But that was not something to bring up here, not with a patient who seemed to have taken some kind of enjoyment out of Jizabel's recent reaction.

"Where is it that you've seen this social structure, might I ask?" Dr. Disraeli asked, moving back to the subject of "HK-47" himself.

He had a feeling that "Earth" may not be amoung the next words heard.

"Statement: Out in the galaxy, of course," HK said, knowing it would sound 'delusional' and obviously not caring one bit. "Certainly not on this planet, although people's attempts at being 'friendly' have given me a certain ammount of experience with this idea first-hand. Most notably, however, I have seen this on Coruscant and with the Sith fleet." He hadn't been there when Malak had betrayed their Master, which had been especially fortunate for the meatbag. As he had told his Master, if he had been aware of what that meatbag was going to do, he would have 'removed his entrails, right then!'

Oh yes, space. Naturally.

Jizabel was doing his best to keep Dr. Disraeli from laughing outright. Many a man had attempted to go beyond the sky before, but none had succeeded thus far and it would likely be some time before any ever would. But now he had someone rambling on about it as though it should have been common knowledge. Perhaps "HK-47" was doing this on purpose. And perhaps not. He had said he was only here to drive his Doctor insane, so maybe this was his way of doing so. Dr. Disraeli would not say one way or another, and Jizabel was determined to keep him talking so long as he would. He'd already said a good deal, however impossible the content was, and it was admittedly such a fascinating delerium.

"Coruscant would be a planet, then?" Dr. Disraeli continued, inferring what he could while still leaving questions open for rebuttal, "And this Sith Fleet... part of some war?" Unless in "HK-47's" mind the word fleet had some other meaning.

"Affirmative: Yes, the capital planet of the Galactic Republic. The Sith Fleet is under control of my Master, and was directed against the Republic's forces. I was designed to eliminate specific targets with a minimum of collateral, if that was what was wanted." He would sometimes eliminate extra meatbag targets as freebies, which was mostly appreciated.

Ah, now there it was, something linking back to the patient's file. There had been mention of military experience, but due to some issues - no doubt the fact that "HK-47" was admitting to being an assassin - certain sections had been left out. Classified documents, or that was what Dr. Disraeli had been told. But that was to be expected where governments were involved. Dr. Disraeli had no desire to question the system.

Jizabel would do so later, in his preferred way.

"That must have been a difficult job, even considering that you ar-- ah, no, pardon me-- were a droid," Jizabel always had a knack for getting such pointed facts in where needed, all the while letting the good doctor take the fall for a slight mistake, "Assassination is not the easiest of professions." He adjusted his glasses to keep his eyes from appearing too knowing. "Or so I'm told."

"Affirmative: I have admittedly failed once within my memory, but the odds had been most decidedly against me. I had been inexpertly repaired, and then sent against a meatbag well known for battlefield capability." He had been sent against the Mand'alor, of all people. How exactly did his (decidedly temporary) master really think that was going to end up?

...Well, obviously not with his own assassin droid reprogrammed and sent back to kill him, but he should have at least expected a messy failure. "Statement: Beyond that, I have successfully eliminated over 450 meatbags in the past two years alone." His memories of details pertaining to the assassinations he had been sent out to accomplish before that point were unfortunately locked, and it seemed unlikely that he would ever find the trigger that would decrypt those files.

"Suggestion: Oh, and pointed reminder of my current meatbag status, whether by accident or on purpose, is greatly irritating, meatbag. Do try to avoid it." For among other important reasons, HK always kept a concealed scalpel somewhere on his person.

"Impressive," Dr. Disraeli complimented, but had to add, "but that one loss: was it to a human?" Jizabel half-expected to be told the 'meatbag' did not apply merely to humans now, but the questions had to be posed.

Dr. Disraeli folded his hands atop his desk as his head lifted. Even performing as the professional doctor, Jizabel was not inclined to take any threats from his specimens, implied or otherwise and could defend himself should "HK-47" feel the need to go further. The patient was not the only one who always carried a scalpel on him. Jizabel was always well prepared with one at hand, but today he had a variety of other sharp instruments with which to play - ranging from syringes to the very small dagger Cassian had once demanded he carry with him. A scalpel won't always be enough, you know! he'd warned. Really, that man had worried too much.

"Watching my words will not change what I see before me, Mr. HK-47. You yourself seem well aware of your situation, so I find no use in speaking as though the both of us do not recognize a visible fact." Denial was a very specific problem, but this was merely a personal annoyance for the patient, and Dr. Disraeli would not cater to it. "To do so would be pointless."

"Statement: I am unsure as to the species of the individual. The full body armor made it difficult to determine whether the target was human or a physically similar meatbag race." The last prominent Mand'alor at that time had been Taung, after all. The one he was sent against looked like a fairly tall human, but it could have been a remarkably short Taung.

"Irritation: Yes, I am well aware of my current predicament, but I do not wish to be associated with this species in any way. Especially it's terrible structural and functional design." Especially the... squishy bits. Ugh.

"Ah," was about all Dr. Disraeli could say to that. Now his patient was speaking about other races - aliens as it were.

Did he honestly never wonder what had brought him to this facility in the first place?

A little more interest sparked for Jizabel when "HK-47" began speaking on the body's structure rather than the classification that was human. That was more Jizabel's specialty, the body. "What do you find so terrible about it?"

Oooh, that meatbag had no idea what sort of rant he'd just brought upon himself. "Elaboration: The lack of durability, lack of outer armor to protect structural components, necessity of long periods of shut down every day for proper function, the large amounts of fuel of varied types that must be ingested and processed in a wasteful and messy process..." HK had to take a breath, "the necessity of breathing for intake of additional fuel for cellular processes, the intersection between the windpipe and the esophagus which creates the possibility of fuel entering the lungs purely by mistake..." That covered the skeletal, respiratory, and digestive systems, on to the rest... "Lack of sensitivity and range in all senses, making it impossible to detect certain invariably fatal poisons, radiation and gasses. Blinking is irritating, as is the lack of ability to focus and track multiple targets at once.

"And, to consolidate the rest of the extensive list, I shall merely give the remaining highlights: sunburns, sneezing, body temperature, inebriation, nausea, and the occasional pain and eternal embarassment of the terribly designed reproductive organs." HK actually grimaced, before returning to his normal blank look. "Query: Need I continue, meatbag?"

He allowed for his elbow to rest on the desktop while his chin leaned into his hand, listening as "HK-47" took a remarkably unique approach to describing the Human body. He was right in everything relayed, from the outside to the in, but Jizabel could not help how amusing it was. It was as though an extremely whiny child had decided that proper functions were too much of a hassle and just didn't want to do them anymore. He had to wonder if "HK-47" had ever once crossed his arms and refused to breathe until his face turned blue.

When the patient asked if he should continue, Dr. Disraeli gave him the brightest grin imaginable, "If you wish, but first, do tell me if you've ever experienced intercourse?"

"Disgust: Oh no, not this again!" Every time this was mentioned, HK felt a little more like wishing he could spontaneously combust, just to get a little peace and quiet and maybe destroy all the perverted meatbags in the process. "Statement: You are now the fifth meatbag to pester me with this subject, and it gets no more persuasive with repition. Do try and look at this from my point of view, if that's even possible for a meatbag, what with all of the disgusting things that they find so appealing." HK had seen meatbag intercourse before, and that was as close as he wanted to get to the idea! "The only comparison I can think of at the moment would be a meatbag such as yourself being asked repeatedly if you have ever experienced intercourse with a small domesticated animal. The idea is disgusting, no matter what hormones the meatbag body might produce as a result of the actual thing."

"Then you must realize it is a subject of great interest," he said first, but then allowed for the patient to continue with his irritated reply. Unfortunately for "HK-47", Jizabel had seen things worse than 'sex with housepets' and knew or even worse. "There are humans who have done so, believe it or not, and also those who would have intercourse with the dead. They even have names - Zoophilia for animals, and Necrophilia for corpses."

He really shouldn't have been explaining things like this to someone who was insane - it might put ideas into his already messed up head - but he'd already begun. Might as well finish then.

"There are also social taboos, such as incest, though it occurs far more frequently than many would be willing to admit," he explained, hoping that the term here would not need explanation, "Intercourse has many forms you see, so it is the subject of much intrigue for humans. Whether or not being one is your choice, you cannot have a complete analysis of your human form without exploring all aspects of it, intercourse included."

"Statement: I am well aware of those terms, meatbag, posessing a full Standard dictionary file." There were words in there that he never wanted to be forced to use, especially in relation to himself.

"And I would rather my data be incomplete than engage in those sorts of activities. I am still an assassin droid in regards to my cognitive functions, not an insane, fetishistic meatbag." This was much different from what he had expected a doctor's appointment would be like. Maybe he really could inspire some madness here!

"Very well then," Dr. Disraeli finally consented to drop it. If anything, his patient was certainly fixed in his beliefs and wouldn't be budging anytime soon. A pity really. If he were to explore that yet untouched area of human anatomy, then perhaps "HK-47" would loosen up a bit more.

"Would you like to discuss something more to your liking then?" he offered, "Mostly I've only heard of your problems, but surely there is something you enjoy?"

"Statement: Breaking into the doctor's offices at night and stealing their personal effects is always amusing. Especially if someone notices the intrusion and attempts to forcibly stop the robbery." HK's eyes gleamed with happy memories of repeatedly stabbing a mutated nurse with a plastic pen. "I didn't manage to get to all of the offices, but I'm sure that I'll manage sometime." He'd quite securely hidden the little 'Nintendo DS' datapad away from any attempted search of his cell, so he had no reason to worry about any ramifications of his statement.

"Pardon?" Dr. Disraeli asked him to repeat, the doctor not understanding, "You've broken into offices during the evening?"

The questions were only a cover. Jizabel himself knew there had been break-ins into his own room due to the problems with her beloved left-hand drawer. But here he had a patient admitting that he had broken in. And during the night time hours! Patients shouldn't even be out at that time. Even so, Jizabel had considered that there were one or two who could escape somehow or another, and that the nurses probably spent the entire evening tracking them down, but the thought was still a little much to think on.

"Affirmative: Yes! It's quite a common practice among the meatbags here. Every once in a while it will actually be noticed by the guards, and then things just become even more entertaining." He still had yet to figure out what that cold thing filled with bugs that had attacked them in the office corridor had been, but it had been interesting. At least, once one was outside of the target radius. The nurses had been far more amusing, of course, but it had been so dissapointing when it had been determined that even under the infulence of violent persuasion, the mutated things still refused to say anything except 'AUGH!'

"Statment: It is mostly productive and profitable, but it has also resulted in putting some strong painkillers in the hands of a distinctly irresponsible meatbag, which resulted in the painkillers entering my system. 'Being stoned' should have also been mentioned in my list of problems with the general state of meatbag existence."

"Are you saying that you have overdosed on painkillers?" Dr. Disraeli asked and disregarded the rest. That was a matter that no doctor could overlook. He needed to be sure that the patient was first being truthful - since he knew what 'being stoned' was opposed to the more correct term, he probably was - then determine how to handle things from there.

"Affirmative: Completely without my consent, yes. I have. The meatbag put the stuff in the liquid I was drinking during a meal. Fortunately, he remained idiotic enough to get himself sedated for hitting me, once he discovered that he still could not get the better of me at that point, even though I was unable to think or see straight." Among other things, HK hazily remembered some talk of molestation during that conversation. Yet another unwanted reminder of how obsessed every meatbag seemed to be with sex.

He'd been drugged. That was.... just a little different, but not necessarily a better option. At least now he wasn't having to worry over a possible addiction or abuse scenario. "This person is another patient here?"

"Affirmative: Yes. Another assassin, but obviously not a droid." SubZero was possibly along the lines of a demented yet slightly precosious HK-24, if a comparison had to be made at all. "Helpful enough in a fight, but prone to occasional idiocy." And semi-occasional inappropriate conduct.

Landel's Mental Institution seemed to be full of assassins, patients and staff alike. How amusing.

"Idiocy is a trait practically all humans share," Dr. Disraeli chuckled, "Or was he not a human prior to coming here?" Another patient, but not a droid could mean anything for "HK-47".

"Statement: He was human. One of the few actually reporting citizenship of this planet." Honestly, did the doctors here think that all of these offworlders were here just because of the charming rustic feel to this planet? "And I would like to note with the fact that the entire inmate population is composed of highly dilusional individuals, and the ammount of concurrence between said inmates' descriptions of monsters, deformed creatures, etc. by first-hand account or through the message board, and my own account of being able to stroll through the hallways at night, any staff member not even remotely curious as to what is going on here can be said to suffer from a terminal dearth of imagination and scientific curiosity."

"And you put up with him?" It was a fair enough question considering how much "HK-47" seemed to despise the race.

More talk of monsters had the doctor leaning back in his chair. "This is only the second time I've heard mention of monsters spoken of amoung my patients," and don't think that I am not interested Jizabel added in the back of his head, "That is less than half reporting such things, so I'm afraid that unless others begin attesting to such things, I can only take those reports on an individual level."

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