Insane. Nuts. This will never work. I need my head examined. Those were the thoughts that ran through Charlie’s head while she listened to Doctors Barklin and Aims argue. “The only way we’re going to figure this out is by autopsy.” “What if that doesn’t work? We don’t have a large supply of them anymore to run tests on. If more of them exist, that thing isn’t talking. We’ll have lost the only live opportunity to study him if you’re wrong.” “The autopsy will work,” Doctor Barklin grumbled. “I can do extensive studies on the cyborg’s body. I believe the brain slice samples alone will unlock the mystery.” Nausea settled in Charlie’s stomach at hearing them speak so callously about killing the cyborg. She’d never tolerated the scientists much and knew it was a mutual hatred. Their utter lack of compassion left her cold inside, wondering if they considered her subhuman as well. She was just a tech-head who ran their security upgrades and kept their machines up and running―a nobody in their world.
