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[imaginary_wife]

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Okay, so. I have some matters I'd like to bring up. If you've not met me, I'm Doc Yewll. I'm not always going to be nice to you but I will try to fix what's wrong with you. There are other doctors that have more patience than me, refer to them if you have to.

On to business.

The Med Bay still needs some repair. I'd say with a little help everything could be up and running within a few days but it does mean people with technical parts and anyone in need of surgery are going to hold off for treatment. Useful salvage to that end would be a miracle.

Also that station's infirmary has a neat trick of offering up complete medical histories. If you would be willing, please send me what you can of yours privately. I'm not going to sneak around and try to get it, but if I have a complete medical run down it means I can better help you in the future if related problems come up. Just don't grab anyone else's if that's the case. Just yours. I want absolute information consent here.

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I've noticed some issues with your physiology that I would like to discuss with you in private. Either message me or come by Med Bay.

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[aminerproblem]

Fair enough. I would only prefer to deliver the file in person, if possible.

[imaginary_wife]

Sure. Come on down. Luckily you guys took care of the metal rat brigade.

> action?

[aminerproblem]

They seemed none too concerned about the ship's integrity. I will drop by in a moment.

[a few minutes pass as he makes his way to the deck. Yewll will soon find a familiar looking gray tank roll up to the entrance to the medibay. Smoothly sliding up to his bipedal form, he lowers his head to take a look inside the waiting room.]

I'm curious where you keep these files, Doctor.

[imaginary_wife]

Well, if I'm allowed, along with your chart in Medbay. [She says as he comes in. And leans her head back further and further as she walks up closer.]

If not, in my head. Like I say. I don't exactly have a normal brain.

[aminerproblem]

Hm.

[Despite having come over on his own, he stops to consider it. It's nothing against the doctor herself(in fact, her respect of their privacy had encouraged him to come forward), but trusting strangers, especially non-Cybertronian ones, did not come naturally.]

[In the end, he figures the information would be fairly useless to most organics simply because of the volume. Not to mention the rather complex cybernetic nature. He lowers to one knee, presenting the data for her to download from a local file on his MID - with some minor edits of his own.]

You are welcome to have this in the Medibay's database. The rest, I would prefer to keep off record.

[imaginary_wife]

[She uses the offered file to download into the MIDs database, all business for a moment as she makes sure the data is encrypted. She really doesn't want people to get the worst out of information willingly given.]

[She turns back towards him after, crossing her arms.]

So, what are you keeping up those big metal sleeves of yours that I should watch out for?

[aminerproblem]

[He's quiet for a moment, thinking of how to proceed.]

... I don't imagine you've been informed of many details of the societal climate before our war.

[imaginary_wife]

No. Not yet. But contrary to how my head might look I'm all ears.

[She has a feeling this is going to be important to keeping some of these files private. Fair enough. Nothing quite so messy as when politics get involved.]

[aminerproblem]

I will keep it brief.

[He doubts the doctor interested in a history lesson.]

The government on Cybertron was a corrupt one. Our Senate employed any means they could of keeping control, including a surgical operation known as shadowplay. A skilled cerebrosurgeon could inject into our brain modules and edit out undesirable memories and personality traits to their own beck and call.

I was a miner at the time, and was rather vocal about my distaste for the Senate and their practices. They came to the natural conclusion that they simply needed to - how did they put it - 'surgically remove the impulse to rebel'.

[A lobotomy, in any other sense of the term.]

They failed, as you can guess. The procedure was interrupted and I escaped.

[A hand absently reaches for the back of his neck. Those were unpleasant memories.]

Things... more or less escalated from there.

[imaginary_wife]

Escalated as in... you made it away and had some health problems you're ashamed of or escalated as in everything went to hell in a handbasket?

Because this sounds like it's wandering into handbasket territory.

[Interrupted is sort of a nasty word to come with this sordid tale.]

[aminerproblem]

I was never quite sure if there were lingering effects.

[It's something he still ponders about today.]

If there were, they didn't stop me from waging the war.

[imaginary_wife]

I've noticed a lot of potentially mentally damaged people able to wage war. It doesn't take a lot of work. But since you've held out this long and obviously capable of choices still, you seem pretty functional.

Are there physical side-effects you've experienced over the years? Spontaneous loss of function or malfunction in various parts?

[aminerproblem]

[There was something about the wording that bothered him, but he continued.]

No. Nothing physical.

[Nothing Decepticon engineers and medics could pick up, anyway.]

I was fully cognizant during the war. I was aware of what I was doing and made the choices of my own volition. But I do wonder if it had an effect on aggression - on the willingness to go to extremes.

[imaginary_wife]

[Sometimes she does speak hurtfully without meaning to. This time, her bitterness towards war, the things her commanders made her do during the war, outweighs her better judgement.]

[His next statements though make her understand a little bit more.]

Do you worry you might go to extremes again?

[aminerproblem]

I don't know. I don't think I could return to who I was before.

For the first time since the rebellion began on Cybertron, I feel as if my mind has been cleared of a thick haze. A cloud of hatred and anger.

[He pauses.]

But... I suppose there's not much I can ask of you when there's nothing to be physically treated.

[imaginary_wife]

No, but I can give you some advice.

Live entirely for your penance. Anger and hatred can't sink their nails in too deep then.

It's not always worked out perfectly, but it's how I get by.

[aminerproblem]

[It's nothing he hadn't considered before. Yet, oddly enough, hearing it said from someone else - someone who seemed to understand...]

[The doctor gets a thoughtful look back, appreciating the gesture.]

Getting by is far better than the alternatives.

[imaginary_wife]

How about I tell you a little story.

I was a war doctor. And I don't mean that I mended people in triage tents. All the implications that come with the title are very real.

And since then all I've done is heal people. I will be doing that until the day I die. [Though with the Omec- yeah, her generosity had its limits.] It never gets better but at least it doesn't get worse.