[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre took off his helmet to more directly communicate with his superior. It was certainly easier to see the world when you didn't have an orange tinge and computer interface distracting you, or a croaky voice transmitter.
"They pay Mudokons in here? Or were you just kidding? I've known some Glukkons who don't pay their guards, except for an annual medical checkup and new equipment, and food. I sometimes feel really sorry for those Sligs. I'd be pissed too if my "mother" was such a.. well, let's try waking this Mud up again.."

Praetyre spoke to the Mudokon, this time in an unfiltered, organic voice.
"Remember all that you love. All that you cherish. Do you want to leave that behind? Do you want to leave your friends behind? Don't you want to see the world before departing it for another? Do not think I am malevolent. I am a gateway, not a torture device. A guide, not a demon. For I am a doctor, not a tormenter."

Praetyre then spoke in the loudest tone he could manage "Now, awake to the world!"