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Clinics? What are those? We'll find out. @hojo
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[attr=class,bulk] Mikoto was ready to leave Torensten. It was loud and interesting. Crowded and full of life. But the difference in setting was exhausting for her. She was ready to curl up on the silver dragon’s back for the long flight back to wherever else. It was quiet in the air and not so crowded. The wind felt nice in her hair and the rhythmic beating was enough to lull her to sleep. [break][break] She was pulled out of her comforting thoughts to take note of a slip of paper on the ground. It seemed to have been torn from something. It had a dirty footprint right in the middle. Mikoto stood over it to read it. [break][break] “Akito Clinic - Medical Services and Screening - Walk-Ins Accepted [break] 555 Lorem Ipsum Avenue, Dolor, Torenstein [break] Trained medical professionals specializing in human and human-like physiology, exobiology, and xenobiology.” [break][break] Exobiology and xenobiology. The rest did not matter to her. Her tail gave a curious swish at the torn paper. There were others that studied such things. Others that lived outside of Bran Bal. Did they test for defects and replace those who did not meet specific criteria? Though here it read they gave some form of treatment to correct the defects. She wondered what would happen if it didn’t work. [break][break] She closed her eyes and remembered the sterile environment of bright blue light. The tanks were filled with perfluorocarbon and soft electrical currents. The people inside them looked just like her with soft round faces, blond hair, and large green eyes. They were not calibrated to grow until the final part of the process was upon them. When they were finally given a soul. In the meantime, they quietly complied with tests. The currents and procedures yielded results on a monitor to let them know if they were healthy and strong. [break][break] Someone bumped into her and she awoke from her dream. She needed to go. She needed to learn more about how the science here worked. So far all the structures and technology felt passable, if not rudimentary. But, if that was all she had to work with, she would have to learn the basic tools available to her before she could develop her skills further. [break][break] She looked over the address again. Then, with some blunt asking of strangers, she was able to navigate the addressing system of the city. There she stood in front of the door. The concept of a clinic was unfamiliar to her. Did she simply walk in? [break][break] She entered and stood awkwardly in the lobby. There were chairs, a reception desk, and a door that led elsewhere. No one seemed to be inside the room. Did she move onto the next door? Was it a test?
One of the flaws of working outside of ShinRa: his secretary Margaret goes outside for her lunch break. He cannot demand she stay; it would make him ‘unapproachable’ and chase off potential research subjects. He cannot demand she take shorter time; they aren’t as busy as he would like given the city’s population and the other medical professionals and various clinics. With how easy it was for him to gain one…
Hojo sighs as he leafs through the last patient’s data. A standard human body ruined by lack of sleep. He pauses when he hears the front door open. ...she can’t be back yet.
When the scientist steps into the reception area he sees what looks like a child. Human, roughly fifteen years of age, bizarre attire that wouldn’t look out of place with the DG Project… and… is that a tail?
Why is there a tail on an otherwise human-looking lifeform?
“Can I help you?” If the child is alone then all the better. But it could be a trap or the being might be not what it seems. Hojo hasn't done anything suspicious yet but... Best to play it safe. “This is Akito Clinic and I am Doctor Don Hojo. Although if you are lost, you may use the phone to contact a parent or guardian or friend. Or the local peacekeeping force if you do not know their phone numbers.”
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Lol. I'm sorry for all her cynical introspection and very little words. @hojo
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[attr=class,bulk] Her sleepy teal eyes turned to the man who finally spoke. “Yes.” She responded to his first question dispassionately. That was why she - and others - came here was it not? They stated the offered services and she assumed that people came to receive said services. She wondered why all humans liked to ask obvious questions. [break][break] Then he continued on his long rambling. He confirmed the location they were at, followed by a long designation of who he was. When he said it, he seemed to imply significance to it. Much like Garland held a significant implication in his own designation. Just not as long winded. Humans did seem to imply much significance to their names, especially the older ones. [break][break] Though, she was finding herself becoming more disinterested as he assumed she was lost or that she needed these ‘phone’ devices or ‘phone numbers’ to contact anyone of significance to her. She assumed these were similar to the rudimentary devices on the Red Rose and Hilda Garde airships she used when asked to contact them. [break][break] No, if she were to contact the only person of significance to her, she would simply follow the magnetizing pull of his soul to him or - when important - reach out to him via telepathy. [break][break] She was beginning to feel annoyed at his assumptions before she could even greet him. Her tail flicked. Did he really know what he claimed? But, if she was to really find out if he could yield any more information on the matters of xenobiology and exobiology of this planet she needed to stay. [break][break] “Xenobiology...exobiology…I want to learn.” It was of the utmost importance to her. An idle genome was an unhappy genome. Though, moving to an unadvanced planet with no tools to continue just studies was difficult. Her predecessor had taken some hefty notes on what he discovered thus far. She figured she would try to build upon such knowledge bases. After all, she was sure the souls in Headstone forest were relying on her. [break][break]
“The tools on this planet... I am unfamiliar with.” They were archaic and rudimentary, but if that was all that was available... “How do you take your samples and test for defects? What do you do for the defects?” She knew the genome way, but the human way? The way Kuja had been forced to use…
Confirmation that the 'child' is not its apparent age. Whether its true age is artificially repressed or augmented is a mystery. The tail lashing behind her, much like with the form of TB-01, was far too natural looking. The fur has different texture to the hair on her head but allowing for difference in material, it is the same color. Whatever the 'child' is, she is not human... or not wholly so.
If anything, her mannerisms and tone of voice calls to mind a young iteration of Sephiroth. Which... Hmm... Given her questions and interest, it would seem that he has the in-house created lab assistant of a possible third transdimensional colleague.
“The tools offered in this world are indeed a poor substitute for what I am used to, but most beings here do not have any interest in the proper application of advanced biological science. What they do have is more directed towards use of aetheric energies to restorative properties. Or toxins. Anything involving breeding of created subjects is more crude and gradual. Zootechnics, while useful, is more likely to yield corrupted results."
Hojo stares a bit at the humanlike creature. It is tempting, even knowing that this is likely an assistant designed from the cells up. If he could repurpose it for his own use, this would neatly solve the issue of finding an assistant of his own. "While some of my methods are proprietary knowledge, and you would need to sign a nondisclosure agreement and a few other legal forms aside, the basics of others are generally speaking the same of anything involving biological samples. Collection of material through potentially invasive means via a variety of tools, studying samples under microscopes of varying intensities, and exposing collected material to other collected material or chemicals to observe changes. As for defects, it depends on how prominent they are and of what kind. Even a failure can yield valuable information and introduce new ideas that may not have been expected or desired."
It takes him a moment to make up his mind. "I can show you some of the basic methods on a local animal. If you want anything more detailed or an internship, we could work out a fair set of terms. You want to learn? I have a limited amount of time to spare on teaching. Education on the matter is more likely if you work as an assistant. I have been collecting samples from various species for comparative research. Studying existing biological information is the first step to understanding xenobiology."
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Let's get to business. @hojo
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[attr=class,bulk] The man rambled the obvious again. After all, she would not be here if advanced biological science and its tools were a popular topic among the races here. Instead, the denizens seemed to enjoy busying themselves with unproductive activities that numbed the mind. Though the park to practice magic was interesting, it was incapable of enduring either genomes' magic. A town full of magickal things, and unable to endure destructive magic, must mean that it took preference to the more restorative kinds. [break][break] Though, toxins...she had not realized that was of particular interest here. That was interesting. [break][break] “I am uninterested in zootechnics. It’s science is unproductive and yields unfavorable results.” She stated bluntly. Breeding crudely was undesirable to her. The fact the entire human race seemed to breed without a forethought on how their hereditary genes would pass was utterly disgusting. She did not understand how they had survived this long. [break][break] Her entire race was manifested under Garland’s perfection in science. He utilized the finest of genetics and somatic cells to grow his specimen. Once satisfied, he made more. They were born fully functional, could maintain themselves, and even perform tests on each other to check for defects and declines. Those who were found to have a defect were simply discarded or recycled. They had no souls yet, so there was no fear. [break][break] “I am interested in somatic cell nuclear fusion.” She stated simply, as if such terminology was as simple as breathing air. “Preferably, its therapeutic and regenerative uses.” Her morals were much different than a human. She understood that the vessel came first, and then the soul would be introduced after. Something simply was not alive until it was chosen to be given life. Destroying a lab grown embryo to enhance a species harbored no second thought from her. [break][break] The young genome’s purpose was to preserve what was left of the genomes. She did not care if she was genetically modified to desire such a task. In the end, it left her satisfied to be able to see to her duties. This science would prove useful to her end goals. It was that and the fact she was not ignorant to Kuja’s situation even if they had yet to discuss the dilemma with her. It was Garland who had decided on his limitations, but now the genomes were freed from him. Her predecessor no longer had to be confined to such boundaries. [break][break] Mikoto blankly stared back as Hojo studied her. All humans seemed interested in the attributes that were different from theirs. It was why she liked to keep out of sight and unnoticed. But she endured his curiosities if it meant getting what she wanted. [break][break] “I don’t understand what these forms are, however it sounds like you want me to agree to some conditions. State them plainly.” Humans also assumed genomes should be held to their standards and morals. Something that made her bristle, especially when it came to Zidane’s woman. Then he wanted her to sign this form? What was she to use for such indications on the form? She figured if he was serious he would walk her through it. [break][break] It seemed he spoke much like Garland in a way. Garland had deemed Kuja a failure. It was one of the first things Kuja had mentioned to her upon meeting. And yet, Kuja found use in him as a valuable tool. However, Hojo spoke about cruder methodologies. These microscopes were how they took a closer look at samples. [break][break] His words meant nothing to her right now, other than the natural basics of science. That and human terminology was still hard for her to understand, which sometimes made her irritated. “Enough talk. I will understand more by observing. If assisting allows you to show me, then I agree.” She did not understand his concept of time, though she knew it was limited to those not immortal. It was precious and made them accomplish great tasks in a relatively short amount of time. Thusly, she would not waste his.
It would seem that his suspicions are correct. Only a lab grown specimen would be so cold and indifferent even when voicing its interests. And only an assistant to a proper scientist would be as fascinated in the higher biological sciences. Particularly when it comes to artificial breeding... although what examples the little monkey-like child has seen of cloning and stem cell use Hojo has no idea apart from what likely is its own origins. "I did say that zootechnics are crude and have poor chances at passing down the correct alterations. But somatic... Hmm. Finally. If nothing else, it is a delight to meet you, to know that there are others who have proper knowledge and interest in medical science."
Perhaps he should arrange things for this creature to stay. A supposedly kinder man would claim its for her safety in her naivety. Hojo would prefer to keep someone so clueless of the wider world and the risks of trusting someone so blindly restricted to where he needs them. Particularly when the being in question accepts an offer without a proper contract. It would be so easy to make use of such a mind. Yet... this is another scientist's creation. Betrayal for their creator may yet come. But the Gaian did not lie: it is a delight to know that there are indeed others who are intrigued by science and who do not fall prey to the same wasteful ineptitude of Hollander.
"The basics of the contract include these: as my assistant you are not to sell my research or methods to a third party. It would be a breach of contract, trust, and leave you open to confinement. As my assistant you are expected to work a specific amount of time for me, the length and duration will be negotiated before we sign the form. It could be anywhere between a couple hours a day for a few months, to a half hour every other day for a year. As your teacher I will do my best to impart knowledge. The contract is supposed to be acceptable to both sides with clauses for unintended or foreseen problems. While it is possible that we may agree to break this mentorship, it is better to make sure both sides understand what they are getting into before wasting either of our time." Not that a contract is really used for anything but forcing people to work within a specific structure in Shinra. They are designed to protect the company and take advantage of those foolish or blind enough to sign without reading. This was how many employees are forced to adhere to a mandatory stint with the inclusion of being compelled to not work in your chosen profession for easily a decade. For scientists and engineers, such a contract is a death sentence for their careers. Or an actual death sentence if the subject is deemed to be in breach of contract... and it is so easy to make the claim.
"So in summary: if you agree to work for me in my clinic, you will be expected not to divulge the information gained to outside sources. You will learn my methods and help run the laboratory setting, and in turn I may have new ideas budding off of your questions and have less time wasted on some of the more tedious preparatory work." As he talks, Hojo flips through a folder for the same kind of contract the secretary signed. He'll have to alter pieces like duties and hours, but it will be a good base for an assistan/student contract.
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Mikoto is finding she doesn't like being confined by human conditions. They are inconvenient. @hojo
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[attr=class,bulk] He reaffirmed her beliefs about zootechnics. It seemed she caught his attention with her own interests. Yet, he continued to talk about subjects that did not interest her, nor did she understand why he was so concerned. If science was of particular interest to him, why was he nervous about these trivial matters? Was his survival at risk somehow? [break][break] She was unconcerned about selling thoughts and papers to another. This was not part of the bartering system she learned from the black mages. It was hard for her to grasp the concept that thoughts could have gil value which then could be exchanged for food, water, shelter, or other items of particular interest. One could simply implement such ideas into these necessities through cultivated action. It was what she had to do for the surviving genomes. [break][break] Also, if there was something of interest, she would not hesitate to share it with her predecessor. No trade was necessary. Just pure and simple scientific interest. Something she could share with him... [break][break] Narrowed eyes watched him emotionlessly as he continued his terms. Something about the concept of time. She had learned that they measured time as the light wax and waned across the sky. Between Terra’s timeless sleep and her immortal aging, temporal concepts seemed irrelevant to her. After all, Garland became impatient after 5000 years. It was yet another irritating human construct given significance, much like names. [break][break] Her tail flicked irritably at these new concepts. “I cannot agree until I see what you know.” Seemed reasonable. He did not want his time wasted. She did not want to be confined under conditions without seeing the benefits. Another flick of her tail and she looked away to study other items in their environment. Garland had done that too, hadn’t he? He had given her life, as long as she served his intended conditions. [break][break] She found she was not liking these parallels. [break][break] But, this doctor claimed she had a choice to leave the agreement. Garland had refused all his creations this option. It suddenly felt odd to her. This new revelation and what it made her feel. [break][break] “I am unused to the human structure of time” She stated bluntly, her eyes turning back to him. “I cannot currently follow these temporal constraints. I can agree to assist when I am available and not sell information...” Honestly, humans seemed to be fickle over the smallest inconveniences. She stared at him as he riffled through papers. Was a verbal agreement not enough? What more did this person need for confirmation? "...after I see you are not oblivious to the concepts I am interested in." He did say there could be a temporary period for both to understand what they were getting into.
The continued evidence is welcome even if the other content of her words are annoying. A creature made in a laboratory setting but never allowed freedom or even the illusion of choice... A fine example of what could had been if the project took a different turn. Had Subject S sprouted a twin in the womb, Hojo might had been allowed to keep the weaker sibling for comparison and personal use. Everything that makes a SOLDIER more than human could find some use in laboratory setting. Proper training would had gained him the perfect assistant. An extension of Hojo's will better than any properly trained human-shaped tool 'intern' or inevitably traitorous scientist. The only fear would had been that Subject S-1 would had learned of Subject S-2 and claimed it under familial bonds.
But there is no Shinra here or Subject S, neither are Subjects G-01 and G-02 to say nothing of the J-C00 Specimen.
"This is the basic form of hire. The details will change to match our agreement. The times listed here are meant for a secretary, who is expected to maintain the desk for long hours of tedious menial office work." Hojo thinks that is what the concern about the listed timeframe is as his focus drifts and he mutters his thoughts under his breath. "Presuming other duties to attend, preventing a more stable internship... hmm, college? Academia... Active process in line with theater? X time per week, not compelled time..."
The scientist nods to himself upon settling on a decent enough frame of reference. His attention focuses back on the lab creature. "We can arrange flexible hours. As in, you are presented with how long we will be together and you choose when to come and go. Time... is an elusive concept for a human as well. Only so many hours in a day and it is very easy to lose track of how long one has been occupied by a fascinating subject. Especially when one is indoors." Hojo walks over to a cabinet and takes out a small alarm clock. It is a cheap thing and easily broken but it serves its purpose. The item is offered up to his prospective assistant. Without barked orders and Shinra-sponsored whims, Hojo needs to build up a rapport and trust. Something like this is cheap and easy to give and it could make the creature feel indebted to him and think positively of him. "I used to use these to tell me when it was time for lunch or a meeting my presence was required at Now, I use it for when I have a patient or when it is closing time. I have more to spare so if you require a reminder of how much time has passed or has yet to pass, you may have it. The packaging includes instructions."
Regardless of her choice, Hojo thinks back to her insistence on seeing his work before any agreement. The demand is audacious. Without the hints of greed or glee, the scientist does not see any schemes lying in wait. If a betrayal comes then it will be sudden and not inevitable. A chance stolen not at the first or third opportunity but perhaps a whim or if the lab-made creature's maker makes their appearance known.
"A pity that I arrived here without any samples of my work. Not even a vial of Compound JM or the records," Hojo bitterly muses. "Considering your interests... At minimum I can show you the room I do my preliminary labwork and a few basic samples of what to expect. Bloodwork, for one. I do not have any ovum for cursory examinations at any stage of development or genetic alteration at this time, but that is more due to the fact that most people walking in here have petty complaints about their health."
The genuine offer would shock anyone who knows the man. Although the thought to lock the genetically altered being in said lab is entertained, it is quickly disregarded. It would be painfully obvious and then he would have to find a new person to maintain the front desk when Margret... Margarine... the old woman goes to tidy up the back rooms. Its not her job but he can't make her stop without using force and she is more useful oblivious to his true work and interests than dead. Not to mention any accusations of what purpose he might have for keeping what looks like a child in his place of work... or worse his home. None of that is worth any amount of Gil or research. At least in Midgar it was understood that his interests in Subject S (as a child) and the Cetra girl were purely scientific rather than... that.
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Ah yes. Time. The kryptonite of genomes. @hojo
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[attr=class,bulk] Mikoto still was unsure what he was describing - office work, secretary, form of hire. But, it seemed easier to say nothing and hope to eventually find the context. Still he muttered something under his breath, though it seemed he was not wholly speaking to her. She stood unnaturally still as she listened to him with wide unblinking eyes. She was intrigued when he spoke like he knew she was not human and thus gave flexibility to accommodate. [break][break] It seemed they did not just adjust for time with the waxing and waning of the light. They created a concept of a measurement of day being subdivided into hours. How many subdivisions did they have? And why did it’s concept matter if it was so easy to forget about time itself? She stepped up to him as he gifted her this clock...this device that measured what could not be perceived by the naked eye. It measured what was elusive to them otherwise. [break][break] She turned it to stare at time in its face. The hands were still, but they felt over reaching. There was a thinner wand that seemed to stop and go on a click. The constant ticking seemed to eat at her as she stared at the numbers. [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] Time flowed here...as it did Gaia. [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] Her tail drooped as the memories came. The Black Mages spoke of Kuja’s betrayal to them. How even he could not stop time for them, despite his unkept promise. [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] To suddenly see the temporal cadence in action for the first time was fascinating. Plants grew. Chocobos hatched. Water flowed. The celestial bodies danced across the sky taking light with it. [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] The Black Mages stopped moving. Their cemetery… [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] Master Garland made her to replace Kuja when he did the same.
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...Tick, tick, tick...
[break][break] She felt her jaw tighten and her throat constrict. Her heart seemed to beat roughly at every tick the clock gave - each one an incremental measurement of the passage of time. [break][break]
...Tick, tick, tick...
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How many of these ticks were left before it took him too? [break][break] She suddenly dropped the clock to the floor and glared up at Hojo. “It needs to stop.” She said suddenly. She meant time itself, though she left no clarity in her words other than her actions. [break][break] Kuja asked her for time magic at the festival, didn’t he? He knew. ”They’re idle projects, really,” he said. ”Though if I could find a potent source of time magic…” [break][break] But her magical knowledge was not on par to his. Hard science was more to her strength. Getting the cellular structure to endure the corrosion of time seemed more feasible than stopping time itself. [break][break] “I need to know how to make it stop for him.” For the black mages too, if any had survived this long. For everything she wanted to keep. She did not want money. She did not want power. She only wanted to keep those that were close to her. It took Hojo showing her a clock to show him why she was truly here. [break][break] There was a momentary pause as she suddenly felt dizzy and hot. Was this the same fever she witnessed in Romeo and Juliet? Where one cared so much, nothing else mattered. [break][break] If she had to use her own cells and body to find a cure, then she would. “That is enough.” She said to his offer to see his preliminary lab work. Black mages taught her bartering and equivalent exchanges. “I can provide an ovum.” She did not shy away, her tone was serious. It was her cells that needed to be examined. Her genetic structure defied time and was so similar to the persons she wished to keep. It was necessary to see what combination of alleles allowed for this or what is occurring with the telomeres. “And provide any other sample you need. I only need to understand what part of my biology is resistant to time's progression.” Then she could create a cure. She could use gene therapy to repair what was malfunctioning in Kuja. [break][break] She endured poking and prodding in the past. It was nothing to her compared to what she could lose.
The first real hint of emotion from the creature and it was over a clock. Not even gratitude but... repressed trauma? Over the concept of time or is it over the incessant ticking? And worse, the creature immediately offers up a piece of its... it... has viable ovum? Whomever her maker was took great pains in making sure its creations could reproduce.
This has to be a trap.
It has to be a trick.
But Hojo cannot, and if he is honest with himself does not, stop the smile spreading like a plague across his face. "Then we have an agreement. The samples you suggest I gather will be extensive. Skin, blood, bone, marrow, pieces of various organs... Yes, quite a long list to examine each in contrast to humans and similarly limited creatures." That's greed and eagerness to examine another's work talking.
"But..." Hojo forces himself to say. He can't ruin this chance. "If my suspicions are correct then the ovum, blood, and marrow should be enough. An hour at most under anesthesia, two hours total of this when you include recovery time under medical observation. Anything involving a knife has to be carefully monitored for recovery. The bulk of my time spent will be in examining the samples. And showing you what to look for, and how to look for it of course."
Hojo takes a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. This has to be a trap. Its too well made and personalized for him. The only way it would be even more perfect is if the prospective assistant had silver hair and green eyes. Or perhaps that would've put him on edge... "Given your stance on time, I believe you wish to begin immediately?" If it is a trap then he might as well take advantage of the offer while he can.
