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Chapter 85 - Self Configuring Modular Robot[]


"AAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHHH!!!!....

...pain. Elizabeth Ngo is eighteen years old. She's strapped to a table. The sounds she's making, would be more appropriate to a fourteenth century torturer's abattoir than one of the most advanced medical centers in the Inner Sphere. What's happening to her, can only be described in terms that suggest it's slightly less uncomfortable than her likely final fate.

You can't really 'rush' this kind of thing, and painkillers would be counterproductive-the effect would prevent the body from recovering, which is what happens when you're replacing nervous system parts on a living human being.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot. It doesn't, however, hurt as much as what she's likely to go through during her next seizure. So it's slightly less uncomfortable than what she went through this morning while trying to brush her teeth.

But at least her muscles aren't spasming in super-contractions like the one that dislocated her left knee and right hip this morning.

But it's an experimental treatment, and it hurts.

[Character_List_(Self_Configuring_Modular_Robot)#Arthur_Steiner-Davion Arthur Steiner-Davion] could barely stand to be in the viewing room, while his childhood crush lay, anchored for her own safety, in an ergonomic support frame, as the SCMR-derived nanomachines worked on rebuilding her decaying central nervous system.

Terry and Dr. Banzai, at least, were better at hiding their own flinch reactions behind a sort of carefully affected professional demeanor.

This isn't a cure, it's a treatment to delay the as-yet inevitable, even more agonizing death Elizabeth was facing.

Her screams would echo in his nightmares after this, even though she consented knowing what was coming. She had, after all, helped design it.

Eventually, the cycle finished, and she flopped in the restraints.

Arthur hurried down.

"Liz?" he asked, touching her tear-streaked cheek, "You're still with us?"

"I feel terrible," she mumbled, "but did it work?"

"I...I don't know." he said.

"Let's find out." she said, "Bring on the scary scanner thing...******..."


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