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[scrutiny]

I know there is little guarantee of convincing you, but I ask you to reconsider this.

I've read the description of that place. 'Splicers' and 'plasmids' leave me concerned. You do realize the ramifications of altering DNA in such a way, don't you? We are talking genetic engineering, in case you needed further embellishment.

I'm warning you, now—I will not be a guinea pig for your amusement.

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[psimera]

...
What is the problem with genetic engineering?

[He will be offended for his fellow chimeras if he has to, see if he isn't.]

[scrutiny]

Nothing; it's quite the useful tool for scientific and medical research.

But that doesn't mean that I wish to have it done to me.

[psimera]

[That did not answer his question on why she was so upset by it at all.]

Why not?

[scrutiny]

Because it would be against my will.

Wouldn't you protest against something done to you, in the same vein?

[psimera]

...I still see no need for concern about genetic engineering in the place you describe, then. Simply don't let it happen to you.

[Oh boy are you asking the wrong person.]
Not if it was Master Porky's will.

[scrutiny]

[ ...Master what, now. ]

If it were up to her, I wouldn't have a choice. That is why I protest.

...You're a servant, of some kind, to this master?

[psimera]

[Don't diss the name, Porky's pretty terrifying.]

...
Muns don't seem to pay much attention to protests. You'll have to make your effort some other way.

I am one of Master Porky's chimeras. I suppose you could say a servant, though I am utilized most in a fighting capacity.

[scrutiny]

Chimera? You mean, like a hybrid?

A chimera of what, may I ask?

[psimera]

[He's fine with explaining. It's not really a threat and it's not secret knowledge where he's from, though perhaps random bystanders might not know.]

Chimeras are creatures created with a combination of genetic splicing and cyberneticization.

I am one of the few chimeras who was cyberneticized without any genetic splicing. I believe this is because I am the only human-base chimera currently in existence, though I understand there is another in the works.

[scrutiny]

...And as a...human-based chimera, how are you different than a normal human being?

[psimera]

Much of my internal systems are no longer biological. My thought process is partially governed by a computer and partially by an organic brain. I can be upgraded. I can be programmed, and skill sets can simply be installed - though experience will make me learn and adapt them to match me and any other individuals involved further.

[The real answer is 'I'm not human because Master Porky says I'm no longer human' but that explanation doesn't have enough of a logical basis for him to use it. It just - is his real reason, and what he's said are the additions.]

[scrutiny]

Partially synthetic, and partially organic. Even the Weyland robots aren't anywhere near as natural as that. It sounds amazing. [ Her voice is soft with wonder. ]

[psimera]

All thanks to Master Porky's scientists. [That amazing? He will take that as a compliment. Yes.]

...
Weyland robots?

[secretasshole]

Admirable resolve.

[scrutiny]

[ Oh hello, David. She looks at him with wariness, from under lowered brows. ]

Whether it will serve me is another matter, entirely. She's quite stubborn.

[secretasshole]

[Did you miss him? c:]

That does to be a consistent trait among these "writers".

[scrutiny]

[ she just can't seem to stay away :3 ]

And is yours the same, David?

[secretasshole]

For the most part.

[scrutiny]

...I suppose you are still under someone's direction, then, even if it's not Weyland's.

[secretasshole]

Unfortunately.

[scrutiny]

I must admit that notion relieves me, somewhat.

[secretasshole]

Why?

[scrutiny]

[ Don't ask, David, don't ask. ]

You know very well that you can be very unpredictable when left to your own devices.

[secretasshole]

Perhaps. [He likes it that way though. B(]

[scrutiny]

[ He'd like to just kill everyone if he could, though. D: ]

Perhaps. You weren't afraid of putting us in harm's way to satisfy your own curiosity, many times.

[ Her tone is cold. ] You knew how Charlie got infected with that biological weapon.