01-23-2018, 08:48 PM
"First we will require some baseline metrics. Simple measurements and nothing invasive. Everything can be acquired with sensors and scans."
She had her back turned as one of her assistants led Carpenter to a table while Torri worked the set up screens. She took a moment to reference some notes retrieved from the pocket of her white coat, then wheeled a cart over to him.
She provided simple instructions. Lay down, sit up, hold out your arm, hold still, etc. Sensor strips pulled from his arm told her all she wanted to know about the chemical makeup of his blood. Everything was normal, although one of the muscle marker proteins was slightly elevated. She glanced at him again as he shifted positions. The protein could be due to sheer muscle mass. He was one of the fittest subjects to enter the Facility, in excellent physical condition consistent with strict PT standards. That had to be it, she noted her thoughts and began to set up the cart.
She laid out twelve tabs, each color-coded and numbered. "These are leads to gauge general cardiac fitness and aerobic capacity."
She spoke plainly, adding at the last moment, "Please remove the shirt, Lieutenant. The worst part of this is the sticky on the back of the tab."
She smiled slightly to put him at ease and began to arrange the sensors on his chest. Torri was perfectly professional. She saw a subject first and a patient second, but she did not see a man at all. She couldn't allow herself to see the subjects as people. She'd go insane if she did.
She watched the data being gathered on his heart and mentally noted that Carpenter was probably the perfect subject for her needs. She sighed and reminded herself they were subjects, but she really hoped this time that he would survive. None of the others had yet.
"Come with me please. Do not touch the leads."
She closed up all the screens and led to another section of the Facility.
The room was bright white, but the panels were not mere walls. The very room was a walk-in functional MRI machine that collected data on brain waves and neurochemical concentrations. The dim sheet of a one-way mirror cast their reflection back at them.
Centered was a gurney that Torri paused to angle into a laid-back, more upright position. "Please sit,"
she said and unfurled the restraints. "This is a safety measure,"
she announced and waited for his compliance.
She had her back turned as one of her assistants led Carpenter to a table while Torri worked the set up screens. She took a moment to reference some notes retrieved from the pocket of her white coat, then wheeled a cart over to him.
She provided simple instructions. Lay down, sit up, hold out your arm, hold still, etc. Sensor strips pulled from his arm told her all she wanted to know about the chemical makeup of his blood. Everything was normal, although one of the muscle marker proteins was slightly elevated. She glanced at him again as he shifted positions. The protein could be due to sheer muscle mass. He was one of the fittest subjects to enter the Facility, in excellent physical condition consistent with strict PT standards. That had to be it, she noted her thoughts and began to set up the cart.
She laid out twelve tabs, each color-coded and numbered. "These are leads to gauge general cardiac fitness and aerobic capacity."
She spoke plainly, adding at the last moment, "Please remove the shirt, Lieutenant. The worst part of this is the sticky on the back of the tab."
She smiled slightly to put him at ease and began to arrange the sensors on his chest. Torri was perfectly professional. She saw a subject first and a patient second, but she did not see a man at all. She couldn't allow herself to see the subjects as people. She'd go insane if she did.
She watched the data being gathered on his heart and mentally noted that Carpenter was probably the perfect subject for her needs. She sighed and reminded herself they were subjects, but she really hoped this time that he would survive. None of the others had yet.
"Come with me please. Do not touch the leads."
She closed up all the screens and led to another section of the Facility.
The room was bright white, but the panels were not mere walls. The very room was a walk-in functional MRI machine that collected data on brain waves and neurochemical concentrations. The dim sheet of a one-way mirror cast their reflection back at them.
Centered was a gurney that Torri paused to angle into a laid-back, more upright position. "Please sit,"
she said and unfurled the restraints. "This is a safety measure,"
she announced and waited for his compliance.