themnemosyne | MED_A_Hilbert to ALL

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MED_A_Hilbert to ALL

[ it's Dr. Grumpus, bothering everybody about medical crap again! ]

Now that we have two medical officers awake and have recently returned from an alien planet, basic check-ups will be re-implemented. Check-ups will be BASIC: a P-HYMN-1.A scan, check on bracelet, and basic questions. These are mandatory for all crew members. There are only a handful of us, it is small ship, do not make me come and find you.

There is no set schedule for check-ups yet, as the moment I set schedule, it will inevitably have to be changed thanks to an off-planet visit or emotional manipulation from giant space alien or whatever will be thrown at us. Needless to say, after any ship-wide event affecting all or multiple members of the crew, you will at least undergo basic once-over.

As always, feel free to ask myself or Dr. Baizhu for assistance should you develop pains, unexplained symptoms, or deviance from the norm.

I also would like to thank crew members for continued assistance with the quarantine process involved in providing medicine to Captain Drake. Anyone who wishes to join that roster, please reply here.

I hope that is all. Please do not do anything that gives me cause to make shipwide announcement.

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You're not wrong. And, as long as we don't see something insane like some giant space squid we'll be fine just dealing with the here and now.

[Wait for it. He keeps joking about those colossal space squids for some reason. There might be something subliminal going on in his head there...

(OOC and I might have just put in for a regain haha.)]

Please do not jinx us, [ Hilbert sighs. ] We already had that one large space alien in brain, we do not need another one.

( ooc: lmao rip to Zaeed's sanity )

[Someone spoke a little bit too soon. Zaeed froze, almost rigid, for a moment. Thankfully he wasn't armed and when the vision began to fade, he was clearly in a place that was nothing like before. It helped a great deal that he'd seen this sort of thing a few times now.

But... yeah. Giant. Robotic. Calamari. With Space Lasers that destroyed buildings. This... was a fucking thing officially.]

God...damned... space... squids.

[His voice came through clenched teeth as he was clearly fighting to come back from it.]

[ Oh. That's not good. And it's a not good that Hilbert has kind of seen before, the symptoms that he must have exhibited when he got his memory back. He adjusts his position so that he can help steady Zaeed if needed—though he's not touching the man at the moment. ]

Please tell me you did not suddenly receive memory of dealing with space squids, [ says the person who suspects that just happened. ]

Not... exactly, but fucking close.

[He realized how rigid his bodily stance was after a moment. Breathing slowly, he started to calm himself before finally speaking again. there was a quiver in his fingers and his jaw was set hard, but he was coming back.]

Spaceships or robot spacesquids. About the size of the Mnemosyne, maybe half its size. Army of them assaulting London of all fucking places. And one absolute fucking beast hovering over the city, easily 2k in length. It was a god-damned war zone.

I've been to London. Never saw anything like that before, but they'd fucked Big Ben up something fierce.

[ The more Hilbert hears about everybody else's hallucinations, implanted memories, "fun" new mods directly installed into their brain, and so on, the more he wonders why all of his seem so commonplace. Sure, there are things to worry about (he might have murdered two people, after all). But he certainly hasn't received anything as exciting or drastic as robot spacesquids.

All he can do for a moment is just stare, taking in what Zaeed is saying before, ]

Well. That is...certainly something. These memories, hallucinations, whatever they might be, cover wide array of actions.

From dumb claw games to global warfare against giant fucking alien squids and their armada of cyber zombies.

...because there were fucking cyber zombies. Why the hell were there not be ... where the hell did they get all of this shit and jam it in my head? [He grunted and rubbed his temple.]

I'd say that we were getting some movie wired to our heads in our sleep, but we couldn't find any of this anywhere.

What I wonder is why is it all different? I have not received anything close to what you are talking about. All of my memories are centered on one location.

[He growled and nodded.] If I were to guess? Our memories are likely all very different. It's like an entirely different film playing in our heads. At this point I'd be more disturbed if you had the same memoriess.

...it'd feel more god-damned real.

[ Hilbert keeps quiet for a moment. Because his feel very real. Everything that he's got, every memory that he's obtained so far, it feels like something that could happen to him. Similar circumstances. Similar spaceship. Depending on how the captain might fare...similar treatment of the crew. ]

Which brings up new question. Why give us what we have received? What is pattern? Because something like this, there must be a pattern—refuse to believe it is entirely arbitrary.

... who said they're giving it to us?

[He turned and looked Hilbert in the eye as he said it. There was a concern there, a slightly unhinged thought.]

What if these are some sort of cosmic god-damned accident and L3TH3 has nothing to do with it?

We have already had telepathic squid alien make mental contact, [ Hilbert says, with a little shrug. ] You cannot deny possibility this is purposeful.

[ Besides, in Hilbert's mind, it's way more likely that L3TH3 or a different telepathic alien or something is doing this to them. This can't be an accident. He doesn't want to think it's an accident. If someone is doing this to them, he can figure out who and why and he can stop it. ]

...point. I was thinking of the ship or our higher ups. But we don't know if we encountered some unknown alien that messed with the ship's memory banks and screwed with us in our cryo sleep.

...we honest to god don't actually know a hell of a lot. Though I don't think it was the whale. Was seeing these before then.

Lack of information is...irritating.

[ Based on Hilbert's tone, 'irritating' is a nice way of saying 'aggravating as fuck.' ]

It would be useful if we all had shared symptoms or some other unifying factor other than 'new memories.' But we do not. Even memories do not have unifying factor—I have mentioned names appearing in mine to multiple people, received nothing in return.

Yeah, and I'm guessing you've never heard of something called a 'Reaper.' It's like eaach of us is connecting to something different. What I wouldn't give to know where this was coming from.

...

Actually, I might just regret it if we ever do find out.

[ Hilbert shakes his head, letting out a little noise of acknowledgement. ]

Have not heard of Reaper. But you are right. I want to find out, but at same time...do not know what would happen if I did.

... [He frowned. And for once, he voiced the crazy thought he suspected was on others' minds.]

Suppose they're real memories. What would that mean?

They're not, [ Hilbert says, without hesitation. ] They cannot be. No matter what, it does not matter. Man in memories is not me. I would make different decisions from what he did.

[ but it's obvious that Hilbert is trying to convince himself more than anything else. ]

What it would mean is transdimensional reach. Near perfect amnesia. Things like that cannot happen.

Fair. Damned sure that I would have ... [Pause. Think.] Would have sworn just a little less. honest to fucking god, but ... I didn't feel that different from I am today. Just more grizzled. But it can't be real.

You're right of course. That's just god damned science fiction.

[He didn't sound any more sure himself.]

For now... I'm just going to try and cope. No point trying to sedate myself. Won't really help.

Exactly, [ Hilbert says, with a little nod. ] All we can do is keep going and continuing on. If we find information about what these memories are, good. If we find information on how to stop them, even better. But there are seven of us on large unwieldy space station. Priority number one is not dying horrifically in space.

At least that's something I understand well enough. Keep soldiering on. [He grunted.] Look, doc. I appreciate getting this off my chest but I should get back to things. Unless you have something you need to say about yours.

...You know, before I open my damned mouth and trigger another one.

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