Dr. Munar and Belle greeted each other like old men in a bar, standing up and shaking hands and staying still in place while conversing with each other about relevant stuff regarding political strife. At least that’s how it sounds to Bernice as she stood up beside Belle and had her hug and greeting with the doctor. They stayed there for full three long minutes before the doctor said, “well, we better go to the hospital for a final check-up. She’s going to have her first logging process in the government database for her body’s condition. Not the most pleasant thing to hear about, but it’s required to become a citizen.”
“Ah,” Belle said as he smirked. “Don’t be bothered when they stick a needle at this part of your neck.” He pointed to his neck and Bernice unconsciously touched hers. “It’s a myth when they say they’ll inject you with a microchip without permission, but if you don&
Side eyeing Bernice, Belle leaned his body sideways and made a face that said, “in front of the kid?”. Bernice who was trying not to show any form of interest in the conversation focused her eyes on the screen of her phone. There’s a peak of curiosity in the topic of their conversation but there’s no limit to how interested she should be, nevertheless, Dr. Munar answered for her as his future guardian. Before properly saying anything, Dr. Munar gave Bernice a look that told her that he considers her opinion on the matter, which on a side note was only noticed by her in her peripheral. It was subtle but Dr. Munar patted her shoulder, more out to make her notice the topic and nothing more. She looked up only to respond with a slight nod. Then that’s when the doctor told Belle of Bernice’s “unique form of treatment.” Though not confident of the details, Dr. Munar told him why Bernice is being tightly monitored and requested therapy on every occasion. Though not upfront about the reasons
“Finally?” Dr. Munar asked as he wondered about that one word as if Min-Ain has shown signs before, or during their time.“No, it’s not like he explicitly stated anything, out of respect though I would say it’s more of an assumption. But it’s better safe than sorry.” Cristian replied as he leaned forward. “The events before we got to the hospital made me confirm that it’s not just an unusual symptom of sickness for him. It’s not even the signs of the second incident. His body went limp as if his muscles were being taken over and controlled by numbness.“Half the time he’s just struggling to move, but he can still speak. Difficult but he could think and comprehend things. It only took seconds of our time inside the area of effect for the ‘Dimension Pocket’ for him to acquire difficulty in breathing. As if he’s struggling to hang on for dear life.” Cristian then looked over his laptop bag and pulled out his tablet. “I took a shot of his diagnosis after he’s recovered from his fever, and
The young man looked at her, his brows are filled with sweat and his breathing was erratic. Like instinct, he looked around and saw that there was a nurse that passed by but had missed their interaction as it looked like they were doing something, like a hug. Bernice noted this as well, more sensitive to his actions because of how wary he seemed when he looked around to see if there were any people behind her. She did her best to push him away without making his situation worse and felt that he was cold to the touch, specifically on his arms. The hand that held her shoulder was a different matter, it was warm as if it existed separately from the rest of his condition. “Sorry,” he whispered then started to stagger, but his footing still looked stable enough that all he did was lean his shoulder on the wall. “I’m not like this all the time, I also have no intention to harm you, so please let me just rest here.” Bernice had to stop herself from moving away but it felt like, despite his
Sometimes it’s a fickle coincidence that brings people together with connections as if the world was small. Just like the way Bernice’s well-surprised face looked as silly as Dr. Munar’s, while on the side the young man looks back and forth between the two, chuckling, they introduce each other like it wasn’t anything.Greeting Dr. Munar with the cordiality of the same aged people, the young man, named Min-Ain, said a few words before he was assisted by another man. His name was Cristian, and he was older than Min-Ain but younger than Dr. Munar. He looked disheveled but he smelled clean and antiseptic, which tickled Bernice’s nose. As much, she didn’t stay long, rather voluntarily because the first words of discussion the three had for each other started with.“Cristian’s caught me up with the details of your condition…” from Dr. Munar, and it was no joke how Bernice suddenly felt like she was going to be listening in on something more than she could bargain for.Excusing herself witho
Chapter 34Archives don’t lie when they’re recorded, they fill in the blanks for so many people who seek information if it’s available. If not, who else but archivist’s eager to fill the void of the missing data will pull their strings to occupy that lost knowledge?As for this case, splitting them into several copies in assurance it will not be lost has become a habit for several people in answer to resolve any data corruption that can happen at any time. Lost files and deteriorating data will still have a chance to live for another day in someone’s hungry mind if logs of reports and the like will never be voluntarily kept into at least five pathways of storage.That is basically what most of the time Prof. Tenorio’s private assistant’s job is while he is away in the field. Several times in the day, the professor would send them to be able to log files of different kinds, ranging from videos to written reports they could barely read. Time runs fast when they busy themselves backing u
The professor prepared all video log entries the medical staff recorded, all sent to Reina on the same day it was done, but it wasn’t off-putting to Prof. Tenorio that their results don’t pass thru him, rather he expected they submitted all manner of observation and psychological testing to Northwoods to let their staff analyze and keep them in their archives. Eventually, Prof. Tenorio would have to remember to review these interviews because it’s not in his place to be fully unconcerned about their matters.Browsing through the twenty video files, he chose ones from Ruan and Abin, detailing all their struggles and adventure within the territory of the forgotten hospital. Though Abin has declared intent for retirement from this current assignment, as of this moment, she cannot go back home because the next carrier for survivors won’t be coming until at least half of the in-coma-infected citizens have recovered.He’s surprised how Abin willingly stated that she would wait until she’s n
This is the first confirmation for Prof. Tenorio of signs of how humans were altered from the second incident, if the infected humans were able to communicate with Primers, then it meant that they have skills that are invisible to the eyes. Electricity flow, frequencies, wavelength, things that could easily affect the world from inside, this is how Prof. Tenorio dubbed that the second incident might be more dangerous than the first.If he’s correct in assuming this through one recount alone, perhaps it would be over the top to think so, therefore he adds more to the list of things he wants Reina to find out. And a single resolve in his mind about one thing, these in-coma patients should be brought into Northwoods and treated. Not just for their health, but their value as specimens for the second incident. Since he knows that it would be easy to acquire Primer’s, perhaps it’s time to push the moral sleeve and let Reina do her work.As he sorted the details he needed to send to Reina, h
The assistant wasn’t willing to seem focused or amused by these tails but watching them interact like different entities from the bodies they belong to felt cathartic to watch. Bound around them by the death they bring to the humans, it did not take a genius to know that at some point if you don’t think too deeply, these tail appendages are quite adorable to watch on their own. Left to their own devices, they act like pets connected deep into the creature’s body like artificial intelligence without a microchip implanted into the physical part of the Primers body. By nature, if the instinct of an animal is to hide their most sensitive body part from danger while they rest, then it seemed to act the same way for the Primers, at least according to the note Prof. Tenorio left while the assistant reviewed them. They’re surprised at how much time the professor could give in leaving these details on the board while barely looking over the video. The log of Prof. Tenorio’s comment had only be