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Entering the kitchen
- You should try WALLPAPERS, dear child. They are especially rich in iron.
- I almost forgot! Come to the Dissection Room later, I have a favor to ask of you.
Charlotte comes to the Dissection Room
- Hello, little Charlotte.
- About the little talk we had earlier... Can you do me a favour of looking after my lovely nephew for a couple of days?
- I've been so busy working on the cure for Eye Plague that can't keep an eye on him at all.
- For all I know now he could be collecting rare specimen in broad daylight right now.
- He's too passionate for his own good.
- The main reason why I am worried about him, however, is that he has no sense of direction, you see?
- He may be have a bad attitude, but don't let that get to you.
- Felix, come here!
- Right, right. Now go play with your new big sister, uncle has SCIENCE to do!
Day 1[]
- How are you, little Charlotte? Oh, to think of it, you're not so little anymore...
- To think human children grow so fast. Felix hasn't grown an inch in these years, but look at you!
- Ha-ha.
- Yes?
- Ah, Felix? Haven't you seen him upstairs? I thought you two got along rather well.
- It's okay. Come for advice whenever you feel like it.
- Ah, no, whenever would be a bad idea, as I am a busy man...uh...hmm...how about making an appointment in advance, then?
- I sincerely hope you two make up.
- Especially since my cute nephew hasn't got anyone his age to talk to, just like Bennett...ah. Am I talking too much? You should hurry to school.
- Here, have a sticker.
After returning from school
- Now, carefully cut through the membrane--
- Ah. Hello there.
- Come on in.
- Since I've tutored Felix and Bennett on first aid, they've taken interest in unidentified lifeform dissection practice.
- Isn't it wonderful?
- Bennett refused to use anything but the chainsaw to cut through the specimen, so I had to kindly refuse his offer to participate in the classes.
Interacting with Huxley again
- Ah, careful! You'll cut through its brain!
Day 2[]
Charlotte gets examined by Huxley
- Hmm. Should I start with good or bad news?
- Just kidding. I was planning to tell the good one first anyway.
- Well, good news is that I know what this is.
- Bad is that it's nearly incurable.
- Heart wounds, as I like to call them.
- This kind of disease is quite common for those in their adolescent period. Just like you are now.
- When you're stressed, anxious, or hurt by words and actions of others, these wounds inflicted upon you will manifest as scars on your body. Mostly on your arms, to be specific.
- It's not lethal, but it'll cause you some...minor inconveniences.
- The good side to this disease is that although your body will become vulnerable, your mind will receive less damage.
- Isn't that wonderful?
- Now, now, don't be so harsh.
- Can't you see our little miss already has a weak immunity to her environment?
- Do forgive him.
- He must be worried about you, am I wrong?
- He must be thinking otherwise. Take care, little one, will you?
- Ha-ha. I'm sure he will.
- It's nothing.
- Remember my clinic's motto? Healthy people are not welcome here.
- So there. Feel free to visit when you're sick.
- For now, I'll get back to work.
- Sleep well.
- Oops. I just remembered I left a scalpel I was operating with in the patient...
- I hope he doesn't notice.
In the red book in the Mind Library
- "We are sorry to interrupt you, but I am afraid we have no place to go in this cold, and the other households we've turned to expressed quite an inadequate reaction to our humble plea for shelter.
- After being turned down so many times, we've figured we'd force our way in. You see, we're so very tired."
- "Hmm...alright. Are you good at keeping secrets, little one?" the doctor asked.
- "Great! Bennett, dear, if you would be so kind - do release the child. She is no threat."
- "Am I? Ha-ha-ha!" the taller person let out a loud laugh, sending shivers down my spine.
- "You see, I am a doctor." he continued. Figures.
- "However, my stay in this place is highly confidential, so I wouldn't like anyone on our tail. Please do respect that, and keep our stay here a secret."
- "That settles it!", the doctor beamed. "Now, now, little one, accompany us to the bathroom! For I am so awfully hungry I could eat a human."
- The smaller man elbowed him. "Ouch! Sorry, sorry, that was a joke. A bad one." the doctor quickly backtracked.
Day 6[]
After coming back from school
- Oops, missed a membrane over here...
- Hello, little Charlotte.
- Would you mind helping me for a bit?
- I need you to carry this to the morgue room.
- My dear crew members will aid you in it.
- Inform me if the corpse will start moving on your way.
- I'm counting on you.
In Bennett's Memory Cube: Side B-1
- Hi there!
- Nice to meet you. I'm Henry Huxley.
- I know you're scheduled for disposal, which - by a lucky coincidence - is today!
- But, it's been cancelled just an hour ago.
- Just when I signed papers for your ownership.
- Sounds better than dying, doesn't it?
- Ha-ha-ha! Is that sarcasm I'm hearing?
- Ah yes, they must've stopped giving you intellect suppressants. For they are not cheap.
- Would be such a waste to give them to a defective specimen, am I right?
- You know, I'm researching Eye Plague. Yes, yes, the incurable Eye Plague!
- Which I am going to cure.
- And you, my dear, are going to become the face of my success.
- You see, it's the first time a B-type got infected. You're too valuable of a material.
- And it's a fact that your specimen are most beautiful of all types, as you're constantly used in commercials.
- So it wouldn't be an exaggeration if I said that you were chosen for a pretty face.
- And timing! Timing was also crucial!
- Just recently I've realized that I have less than half a year to complete my thesis.
- And that is a little troubling.
- Yes, I am!
- Worry not. We'll become the stars of the modern time.
- Science bless us!
Side B-2
- "Of C-type of your kind, I believe," he answered, not turning away from work.
- "The greatest delicacy of our time. Truly a feast of Gods."
- "Feel like vomiting yet?" he added, genuinely curious.
Side B-4
- "We're leaving," was his short answer.
Day 31[]
After Charlotte gets her hair cut
- Perfect.
- Hello, little one.
- Is there anything you'd like to ask?
- Oh! A chronic illness?
- Deadly disease, I presume?
- If it was, your intestines would be full of ulcers by now. Or worse.
- Let's have a look.
- To my surprise, I haven't.
- I believe this illness is of a psychosomatic character.
- Which means that the problem lies in your mind.
- I'm afraid I can't be of help in this case.
- After all, I am a surgeon. If it's not something I can cut out, well...you know...
- I'm happy to be of help.
Day 1[]
Talking before school
- Ah! Gods! It's you, miss Wiltshire.
- As you can see, I am busy.
- Sure, sure.
- Hello, good morning, how are you?
- The weather's sure fine today!
- With that done, I'll be returning to work.
- Here, have a pack of Gummy Ears and go make yourself useful to society.
Day 2[]
Robot Huxley
- I-am-not-Huxley.
- I-am-the-robot-version-of-Huxley-that-he-specifically-designed-to-talk-to-annoying-children-like-you, Puppet-unit.
- No, Florence-did-that, but-he-took-all-the-credit. (Confidential-information.)
- I-sure-do!
- I-sure-do!
- I-was-told-to-obey-your-every-request-if-it-doesn't-involve-interrupting-Huxley's-work.
- I-sure can!
- Said-and-done.
- Five-total. Only-four-left-now.
- Actually, soap-can-induce-the-fleeting-feeling-of-affection-and-euphoria, just-for-the-tiny-price-of-the-sentience-level-decrea--
- It's-five. One-is-a-microwave.
- Goodbye, Puppet-unit.
Day 3[]
Robot Huxley at the Death Day party
- Fridges-are-rather-fascinating, aren't-they?
Q84 discovers Huxley's secret laboratory
- Ah, looks like you discovered my personal laboratory.
- Don't you know that this area is off limits?
- Well, isn't that unfortunate.
- My, my, how persistent.
- How come a puppet like you knows this much?
- Ha-ha. Aren't you sharp.
- The story behind this is quite simple.
- As you may know, I'm a genius surgeon who's far ahead of my peers.
- However, you see... I'm getting old.
- It's not news to me that my dementia is progressing with rapid speed.
- And, unfortunately, it's not something I can cut out with a scalpel.
- Isn't it obvious at this point?
- When I noticed the changes in my mental processes, I found myself in need of a replacement.
- I proposed the project to my team, and they were excited to start working on it.
- That's how Felix Honikker came to be.
- Named after a character in my favorite novel!
- In a way, even his research mirrors the very book. Have you ever heard of ice-9?
- No, no. He thinks his parents are on Uberia, too busy genetically modifying human appendixes for mass production.
- The recent research has shown that it's rather nutritious, you see?
- It's said to serve an even more nutritious breakfast than scrambled human fetuses.
- My nephew is extremely motivated, don't you think?
- All because he wants to be like me.
- Just like he was designed to become.
- No, you won't.
- He'll have an existential crisis and stop functioning properly.
- In the worst case scenario, I'll have to replace him with a more capable asset.
- Although...his replacement is inevitable at some point.
- None of the Honikkers have lived for longer than two years so far.
- But, worry not! Our research has shown that females have a longer lifespan than males do.
- It's a matter of time until Felix becomes a Felicia.
As Q84 breaks the tanks
- Miss Wiltshire, what are you--
- Get away from them!
- Stop it!
All of the tanks are broken
- You absolute fool!
- These took YEARS to incubate!
- Do you understand that it will be all for naught if the current Felix Honikker dies?
- You monster.
Checking the Pythia cage in the REDRUM[]
- So you've entered the REDRUM.
- Apparently, this is where I keep my livestock.
- You know, little one, I actually hoped you'd keep the promise we made together.
- Seems like I was wrong about you.
- Remember what I said that day?
- No one comes back from the REDRUM.
- And you're no exception.