Slap simply watched as both Arrack and Domino fell apart by screaming out things like barbed wire, petti coats, and they wanted dead from their pain. It reminded him of his job at the hospital in the south western part of Mudos. That hospital was right next to both a Slog Kibbles production factory and resistent Industerial natives. It wasn't a very good mix, and patients would come pouring in every week because they had accidents by getting too close to the factory. In other words, cases from the flu to Slog bites to deadly reactions to the air came in regularly. It was hard for doctors of all sorts to maintain their saddness for the people there in the hospital. Not too much good came from being a doctor. All you saw were people with severe cases that could kill them or change their lives entirely. And being at Rupture Farms reminded him of that. Espically these two victims of torture. But it only wanted him to keep protecting the people from harm through out his life.
Praetyre and Dek seemed to clear out some of the situation with the two panicing inhabitants. Then, he was to be impressed that Arrack knew what he was talking about. He felt a sudden rush of sympathy for his Intern brothers and sisters, since he did not wish that the sadism from Vykkers would eventually affect the entire race. He knew little about them, even though he was an Intern. All he knew was the teachings from local Vykkers about the inferority of Interns in comparison to Vykkers, Glukkons, Chroniclers, etc. But this? If Slap wasn't so still and droll, he probably would cry in disgust. Yet, he had to keep himself stable. Laboratory was a serious place, not a place to mourn over the past, but the rejoice of the future.
He continued to listen to everyone's comments and agreed that time in the R+R would be a great place for Arrack. It would probably help him relax. And as long as the organ bag is over Arrack's head, everyone else should be perfectly fine. Praetyre then asked how Arrack's equipment was going to received. He remembered that he had to connect to some sort of Internet source and order six centimeter wide plasteel maskes, Big Bro size. He never got around that, as he was busy last night and the day before. He sadly typed down, "I still need to order his equipment. It's hard to find time around here, as we are always busy receiving all sorts patients and materials all the time. I'm pretty sure though I can get a train to come by and give us some of the material we need. I would think that if I ordered it now, there would be train coming by as soon as the next export train comes. Which should be tomorrow or tonight. Yet, I think we should wait until tonight to order the materials. That should be enough notice for Mudokons to grab a few maskes and board it onto the next train to Rupture Farms,"
He looked over to the two devastated patients and typed down, "You two. I know you must have had an extermily difficult time trying to resist all of that torture you have been through. Yet I'm here to say to you that everything is all right now. Our job here at this Laboratory is to assure that you guys have a healthy and safe future. I will as much time to make sure you two keep your awful memories repressed from yourselves and everyone else. I will make sure you will be a happy bunch of people that live the rest of your lives with the assurance that nothing else horrible will cross you. Trust me,"
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