Lunge's eyes flickered and he tilted his head, interested. There was an curious point- one he hadn't considered fully, at least. He'd so far been operating on the assumption that whatever it was controlling the changes here was specifically a computer system, and that much of what they'd seen was computer generated. Even so...
"I don't think it's paper-based, if that's what you mean," he answered. It all linked together. Put two and two together and you got... "However, there is one thing I noticed, last night in particular. Before removing the translation mechanism, you could hear the sound of typing. The suggestion seems to be that the Head Doctor has access to a computer that can control the Institute and most likely contains information on the patients here." Assumption: correct. They always were.
Nearly always, Heinrich. Nearly. Not when it counts.
Shut up. Two spaces meant two objects. That was the ideal outcome; it meant that only one more item had to be found. The Inspector's mouth twisted into a hollow, pithy little smile. "I'm sure the Head Doctor would leap at the chance to play God and saviour."
And, after all 'thumbs up' had always been misrepresented: not a sign to free, but the sign for permission to kill. One of life's little urban legends. Yes, he didn't doubt for a second that the man would be happy to show it. That cruel twisting of expectation- that was something he knew that Martin Landel thrived on. "That is, I suppose, its only purpose. It's grandiose, it's jarring, it's exciting- it's a theatre not only for the patients, but for Landel himself. Would I be right in saying that the entire 'look' of the room was overtly elegant and overblown?"
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"I don't think it's paper-based, if that's what you mean," he answered. It all linked together. Put two and two together and you got... "However, there is one thing I noticed, last night in particular. Before removing the translation mechanism, you could hear the sound of typing. The suggestion seems to be that the Head Doctor has access to a computer that can control the Institute and most likely contains information on the patients here." Assumption: correct. They always were.
Nearly always, Heinrich. Nearly. Not when it counts.
Shut up. Two spaces meant two objects. That was the ideal outcome; it meant that only one more item had to be found. The Inspector's mouth twisted into a hollow, pithy little smile. "I'm sure the Head Doctor would leap at the chance to play God and saviour."
And, after all 'thumbs up' had always been misrepresented: not a sign to free, but the sign for permission to kill. One of life's little urban legends. Yes, he didn't doubt for a second that the man would be happy to show it. That cruel twisting of expectation- that was something he knew that Martin Landel thrived on. "That is, I suppose, its only purpose. It's grandiose, it's jarring, it's exciting- it's a theatre not only for the patients, but for Landel himself. Would I be right in saying that the entire 'look' of the room was overtly elegant and overblown?"