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Post by Kris on Aug 20, 2007 14:16:20 GMT -5
*Kris shuddered into the infirmary, limbs seizing up and communication becoming more difficult.*
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Post by Rochester on Aug 20, 2007 14:20:52 GMT -5
*Rochester bustled frantically around the infirmary, speaking to anyone he found that looked like they worked there.*
"Excuse me, Dr. Cuddy? Is there a Dr. Cuddy? I need some help over here!"
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Post by Dr. Cuddy on Aug 20, 2007 15:22:30 GMT -5
*Cuddy came over.*
"Yes? How can I help you?"
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Post by Rochester on Aug 20, 2007 15:36:09 GMT -5
"Please!"
*Rochester was quite exasperated.*
"Please help my lady friend. I don't know what is wrong with her, but she asked for you by name."
*He quickly took her arm and led her to Kris.*
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Post by Dr. Cuddy on Aug 20, 2007 15:50:35 GMT -5
"Of course," *she smiled at Kris.* "What seems to be the problem?"
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Post by Kris on Aug 20, 2007 16:03:09 GMT -5
"T-t-t-t-t-t..." *Kris sputtered out. Her eyes opened wide and a panel in her stomach flipped open, ripping her dress and revealing a mess of wires wet with... Well, it looked like wine.*
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Post by Dr. Cuddy on Aug 20, 2007 16:14:17 GMT -5
*Cuddy balked a little.*
"Er...wow. She's convincingly human until...well, until the sparks start flying. Literally. Are you certain this isn't a problem for a mechanic rather than a doctor?"
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Post by Kris on Aug 20, 2007 17:44:18 GMT -5
*The Doctor rushed in, waving a small flashing device wildly.*
"Got an alert on my sonic screwdriver that there was alien tech malfunctioning over here, what seems to be the... Hullo!"
*He turned with a beaming face to take in Kris' partly disassembled state.*
"What a beaut! Not too original, of course, with the design, though she's clearly not a sex model. I mean, unless you're in to that sort of... thing. Nice work, though. Not local. Huh. Well look; I wonder why she has wine in her innards! They all know not to do that; they make 'em pretty real, can eat and drink and all that, but alcohol goes right through them. Can't imagine what made her do it. Suicidal, must be."
*He fiddled with her wires and located another hidden panel with buttons in the back of her neck and waved the sonic screwdriver around a bit.*
"There. Should be good as new, once you get the wine cleared out. Tell her not to do it again, when she comes to. Unless it's a flaw in the code, she should be fine."
*He dashed out again, as quickly as he'd come.*
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Post by Rochester on Aug 20, 2007 17:59:56 GMT -5
*Rochester's eyes widened to their extremes before he promptly passed out.*
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Post by Christine on Aug 20, 2007 18:01:13 GMT -5
((Do androids have this dream?))
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Post by Kris on Aug 20, 2007 18:07:06 GMT -5
((Yes, they do. Then directors come into the picture and make them dream about little origami animals or whatever.))
*Kris blinked, her bits tingling a bit but her communication faculties back online.*
"What... where? Rochester, are you okay?"
*She bent over to see to him, but in doing so she caught sight of her stomach cavity, gaping open and trailing wires and things.*
"Oh my... oh my god..."
*She thought she might hyperventilate, even as she knew that what she'd kind of suspected as an angsty teen was really true, and wondered why she needed to breathe at all.*
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Post by Christine on Aug 20, 2007 18:08:43 GMT -5
((I still say that you need to see the Director's Cut. It adds an important scene, changes the ending, and loses the voiceover.))
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Post by Kris on Aug 20, 2007 18:22:50 GMT -5
((I know, I know. I just... among other things, it's the vast injustice Hollywood has done to PKD over the years. It's unfair to dump it all on BR.))
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Aug 20, 2007 18:28:37 GMT -5
((I know, it's okay. Paycheck...*shudder*))
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Post by Dr. Cuddy on Aug 20, 2007 20:55:09 GMT -5
"Okay, here, lie down. You're going to be fine."
*Cuddy helped Kris to lie down on an exam table and quickly shut the panel in her stomach, the outer casing melding together seamlessly as flesh. She couldn't find the split, no matter how hard she looked, and she ran her fingertips lightly over the area.*
"Amazing," *she murmured.*
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