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Doll Play	By : SystemUpdate Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So first story here, yada yada, no one cares on to other stuff. Firstly, in this chapter (and only in this chapter) an animal gets hurt at the hands of a human. I was thinking about dropping this completely from the story, but it turns out it's necessary. I'm really sorry. I'm not good at writing things like that, so it's really brief. And also, this story might move a teensy bit slow, but no worries, once I get to depraved things, they'll be wicked depraved things. Bam. I'm done. Oh, wait, one more thing: I don't like writing author's notes unless it's absolutely necessary. But I will write author's notes if they're requested, if there's a bunch of questions or something. But otherwise, don't expect to hear from me often about stuff. I'm just not very good at these things.
Asuka, Nara Prefecture, Japan
January 25, 20XX 03:30
Even as the screens before him blinked with messages he didn't completely understand, Ryoma watched on with bated breath. If he was right-- if he had managed to make what he thought was impossible... It would be enormous. He would finally have something worthwhile to show for the twenty-five years he'd walked on this Earth.
He'd spent his years studying neuroscience at the expense of all other things. Was it a bad thing...? He wasn't particularly sure. At this moment, it all felt...worth it. He was at the cusp of success, he was right at the pinnacle. If he could manage this... then no longer would there be comatose people. So many mysteries could be solved. So many families reunited...
"Tch." The dark skinned woman at the terminal before him muttered. "This is a pain in the ass." She sounded as grumpy as ever, but Ryoma detected a sort of urgency in her voice that he wasn't accustommed to. His only partner in the long, sad trial that was this project was this woman, Isabel Satire. She was the daughter of a famous surgeon and had studied biomedical engineering and computer science, making her an excellent companion in Ryoma's endeavors. She had connections all over the medical community that Ryoma was happy to exploit, as well as the knowhow to build things that Ryoma desperately needed. When they met in college, Ryoma knew the quiet, grumpy girl would do big things. He just hadn't realized that those things would be alongside him.
"What is? What happened?" He asked. "Did something go wrong?"
"I don't know." She grumbled. "The subject seems to be taking to it okay, but I'm not sure how to make biological things... work. I mean, I can't hack a brain."
"You have to try, Isabel!" He pleaded.
"..." She gave a heavy sigh. "I know. I won't let this new information go to waste, okay? Just... watch and learn. Alright? Watch and learn."
Ryoma nodded, breathless. He wasn't worried that she would fail him, he was worried that he was wrong. It wouldn't do. If it turned out that there was no way to turn the brain on from inside...then his project to wake up coma victims would have been useless. But he doubted the hardware would be a problem-- at the very least, his engineer was confident in her skills, so much so that he could toss anything at her and get something he wanted in return. Isabel might run into problems, but she would make a perfect end product. On the other hand... If he failed, that was when they needed to scrap years of work, months of planning, and scrap their identities completely. There was so much riding on this project. "Help me out. What is all of this--" he motioned at the set of screens, "saying?"
Isabel rubbed her chin. "Basically," She said, "It's saying that I'm about to kill our subject."
"Really? How?"
She sighed. "Well, the chips are in there and working, but I can't control the stupid thing. The subject's brain is fighting some of them... I don't know which. It's fighting something."
"Fighting something..." Ryoma repeated. "So it won't follow commands?"
"Not a single one." She said. "It's rebelling. It's outside of my realm of control. The brain was accpeting the nerves that the chips are modifying before, but now it's cutting ties with them. If this continues..." Suddenly, the alarm went off. Ryoma's eyes snapped to the screen. "Shit!" Isabel snapped.
"What is it?"
She was cycling through windows on the main screen. "Massive system failure. Massive!"
"Damn it, can we salvage this?"
"I don't know! It's too early to know!"
Ryoma slammed his hands on the desk. "What do you know?" He snapped at her. She glared at him briefly but went back to the screen.
"I know that what I was fearing came true! The brain, it's cut off contact with the chips. The chips are all on major anchor points, though. So because of that... The brain will kill the body and completely shut down the organism..." She stopped on a black window with white text. "Permanently."
"There's no way a human body would rebel that badly." Ryoma murmured, lost for words. "Show me something I can understand. Diagnostics, something!"
"Monitor three." She brought up some information on their subject. Ryoma stared at the screen, afraid to blink. There was a diagram of the brain with a few areas blinking red. "Those red areas are critical failures," Isabel said. "The white areas are safe. And the yellow parts are in danger of failing if a red area fails."
The chip on the cerebellum seemed to be failing. "What's going on on the cerebellum?"
"Good question." Isabel said, already typing away. "I'm trying to figure that out myself. That's the one that seems to be failing the hardest."
"The entire area around that chip is almost completely shut down! Turn that chip off, hurry."
"On it."
Ryoma bit his thumb, frowning at the screen. Had they ruined the subject's coordination or motor skills? That wouldn't do. He could stop the messages from the brain from reaching the body for now. "I need to see the spinal cord chip." His screen changed view. The spinal cord area was almost completely red. "Damn it! I think we've killed this one!
"Not on my god damn watch we haven't." Isabel responded. "Calm down. Okay? Put that brain of yours to work, Ryoma. We're going to give this subject life even if it wants to kill itself. I can't do it myself. Tell me what to do."
She's right. Relax. Calm down. There's got to be another way. We can fix this. This can still be a success. "What's failing, outside of the cerebellum and the spinal cord?"
"Frontal lobe and Cerebrum. But there are multiple chips in those areas."
Ryoma frowned. "Those can be recalled, though." There was a unit that dispersed the chips to different areas in the brain. They had to be calibrated to land in the correct places... but those chips could carry messages. Ryoma had asked for this functionality in case a coma victim suffered injuries that prevented them from using bodily facilities in an otherwise perfectly functional body. "We should recall any chips that aren't working in those areas."
"We shouldn't." She said.
"Why? The brain wants to be rid of them. We can recall them and wait for the paitent to recover."
"The Cerebellum and Spinal Cord aren't able to be recalled. If either of those areas becomes comprimised, this subject might as well be dead!"
Ryoma drew blood from his thumb. "This is bad."
"Yeah, but what do we do?" Isabel said.
Ryoma stared at the diagnostics again. "...Cause the subject pain." He said, finally.
"Wh-What?!" Ryoma didn't bother talking to Isabel, just rushed out of the room. The last thing he heard her say was "Not this again-- this better work, Ryoma!"
It'll work. He can feel pain. I-- don't want to have to to this-- Ryoma opened the door to their subject's room. The dog seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but... Ryoma remembered the family who'd given him this dog. He'd been hit by a car and survived... and never woke up, despite having a healthy body. Brain damage... he was supposed to never wake up again. The family had been hesitant, but the young son had insisted-- if Ryoma could wake up his dog, he'd be grateful. If his dog could come back at all... Sorry. Ryoma thought, grabbing one of the IVs in the room. He slammed the metal bar down on the dog's leg, shocking the dog awake. He howled as Isabel's voice came in over a speaker.
"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. Ryoma was thinking the same thing.
"Isabel?"
"Focus is going to the injury, it looks like! And I think the subject will be attacking you soon."
Ryoma glanced at the dog. He's...awake? How is that possible... the whole system was failing just a couple seconds ago! "Don't worry about me! Fix the--"
"I'm doing it!" She snapped. "Listen, Ryoma, I think he might fall unconscious."
"Too much pain?"
"Way too much. It's overloading." She said. "But he'll live. I don't think he'll be any more brain damaged."
"Then we'll rework it. We'll have to get rid of the control chips." Ryoma said. "It's too late. All of this work... and we failed."
"No, I don't think so." she responded. "You came up with an ingenious plan there, Ryoma."
"Huh?"
"The subject lit up the diodes in his brain on his own." She said. "I didn't realize that was possible. And I think I have a better Idea as to what exactly I need to do to make the exact thing you want."
As she spoke, the dog wavered and fainted dead away. "...I..." Ryoma murmured. "I won't have to do that again, will I?"
"Not unless you endorse animal cruelty?"
"I don't!" He snapped. "...It was the only thing I could think of."
"S'okay. You weren't doing it maliciously." She said. "Alright, he's unconscious. His brain isn't resisting."
"Good..." Ryoma said, sitting down. He felt awful. He'd injured a dog, he'd potentially failed... potentially... "...You're going to rework by yourself?"
"Yeah. I'm going to make this thing work."
"What? How?"
"Tch, don't start acting like you know what I'm going." She said. "What's important is that you get all of the hardware in his brain out of there. Understand?"
"You want me to put him through another surgery?"
"Not now." She said. "In two months."
"But in two months-- that's not enough time to--"
"Forget fieldtesting for now!" She snapped. "Do you want this fixed or not?"
Ryoma scowled. She wouldn't lie to him about solving the problem, and if she thought it would be done in two months time, Ryoma had no choice but to listen to her. "Alright." He said. "...I trust you."
"Good." She said. "I'm shutting down this trial, then. Do you want me to prep for surgery?"
"Please. We need to set the dog's leg."
"...Yeah." Isabel said. "...I'll meet you in the OR, then."
"..." Ryoma sighed, staring at his hands. I trust her, but if everything I've been doing up to now is wrong, what does it matter...?
Kabukichō, Shibuya, Tokyo
January 25, 20XX 22:00
Keigo sighed, watching Akutsu light up yet another cigarette. "So what now?" Atobe asked, as Akutsu snuffed out the match he'd used to light up and flicked the useless wood away. "Are you saying we're losing customers to Hinomaru?"
"Prices are better." Akutsu said. "But besides that, too much fighting in this area."
"The fights are because of you, peasant." Keigo said, calmly. "And you're here because the girls are saying some foreigner's harassing them. So is that taken care of?"
"Mm? Yeah." Akutsu said, seeming disinterested. Kiego didn't bother asking any more questions-- Akutsu didn't seem like he was paying attention anyway.
"Then you're going back to guard duty."
"Che." Akutsu muttered. "Waste of time."
"Just do it. I'll put Kabaji here in your place." He was a bit apphrensive about leaving his own personal guard to watch over a bunch of whores, but this was a part of business, after all. "Tezuka's been snooping around the mansion, talking about one of ours gone wild. I assume it's you, so you'll be back to guarding Father. Quiet job keeping you out of trouble."
Akutsu didn't respond, just took a long drag. Keigo wished he was the type of guy who would be enticed by the women and at least just get constant blowjobs or something. Instead he was just a bloodhungry fighter. When his father was conscious, he favored Akutsu. Keigo sort of understood... but not nearly enough that he'd want Akutsu wandering around. For whatever reason, Akutsu respected Keigo's father, but not Keigo himself. It was annoying, to say the least.
But his cell phone rang and the young man picked up, ignoring his unruly underling. "Atobe." He said.
"Evening." He heard. Keigo frowned as he tried to place the voice. "Satire Isabel," The woman said, as though she knew he couldn't recall her. "Echizen-sensei is unable to call to give you an update, so I'm doing it today."
"And is the prototype ready?"
"Were you not aware that we are doing testing now?" She asked. He sighed. Echizen had said something about testing. Not that Keigo minded one way or another.
"I know what you're doing. Is this a call to tell me that the prototype is ready to ask for more time? Because I've already set a deadline."
She responded, "Our prototype is not working."
Keigo scowled. "Then make it work."
"That's what we're doing. But it's not time we need." She said, idly. "It's money."
"Money? I've sunk--"
"Plenty, I'm sure," She interrupted, sounding bored, "But I am telling you that the failure is from a lack thereof of materials. I went over the list of things that I asked Echizen-sensei to get from you and you skimped on them. Did you think I would be able to complete such a daunting task with subpar materials?"
Damn. I only left out the things that I can't easily get my hands on. Keigo thought. "I can't get those materials for you."
Satire was quiet for a couple minutes. "...It's possible to do what you want..." She said. "But with these shoddy materials, the time period is too short. It wouldn't make anything that would be usable in a human being. If you can't get everything, then at the very least, get me the diodes on the list of materials, which I trust you still have. I can make a workable product in four months."
"With just a diode? If it's so simple, why should I get those items?"
Saitre sighed. "I apologize. Perhaps you would like to build this technology?"
This is why I hate talking to this woman. Keigo thought. He and Satire didn't get along-- she was too smart to kill, similar to Echizen. Both of them had a rather flippant way of talking to him, but their work, at least so far, was solid. Echizen's pet project was one that could bring his father back from the apparent dead, so Keigo had taken him in. Echizen brought along Satire. How the duo had any idea about his father's condition surprised him, but Echizen had pressed Keigo, telling him he knew how to wake people from comas. And from the many times Keigo had surveyed their work... he wasn't lying. He was really able to do it. They were at their final stage now, though. While Keigo could afford pouring more money into the endeavor-- he didn't want to. His father's condition wasn't great, and even Echizen said that if they didn't hurry, he'd be unreachable. But with a timer came a lot of demands. Normally, Keigo could take anyone on with relative ease. These two were too stubborn to be afraid of him. "Don't get uppity with me." He said. "I'm asking why it'll only take one item for you to make a perfect prototype."
"I didn't say it would be perfect. But it would function without killing a paitent." She said. "Then we can install it into your father's brain and buy more time."
"Function without killing a patient, hmm?" He said.
"Yes. The diode is the only component I need to make this possible. We would control the diode impulses from outside the brain. He would not be able to talk, and he will be aware of his surroundings, but it is similar to being trapped in his own body... while awake. That is what I believe, anyway." She said. "I will, of course, be the only person with the control to his brain's diodes."
"And I can trust you with that? A likely story." Keigo snorted.
"If I hand control over to you, you can kill him." She said. "With myself and Echizen-sama at the helm, we can keep him alive. It isn't as though we can control him without being near him. We would have to come to the mansion and control him from there. You would be able to keep an eye on us, as well as ensure your father's wellbeing. What say you?"
He sighed. Those two weren't really interested in anything but their work. It was hard enough getting them to report in. He doubted they were planning anything sinister, but since their technology was made with dirty money, it would never see the light of day. He couldn't trust them, even if they were his saviors. "You'll teach me how to use it and you will stay away from my father afterwards."
She didn't argue. "I am told it is unwise to give any one person control over another." She said. "But if that's what you want, that's what you want."
"Watch your tone." He said. "Fine. I'll get you the diodes."
"Very good."
"Then, you make sure this thing is working. Is that clear?"
"Crystal." She said. "And when can I expect these diodes? I do plan on finishing this work at least in two months time."
Two months? This woman does nothing but work. Keigo thought. "You can expect them in at least one month."
"Then you will be waiting five months for our prototype?"
"Only four." Keigo said.
"..." She gave a sigh. "Make it four and two weeks."
"I said four."
"I said four and two weeks." She said, lightly. "Not because I'm challenging you, but because without those diodes in my hands for a month, I can't do preliminary testing. It'll be done in four months and two weeks if you want something functional."
This bitch. When she's done, I'll make sure to kill her first. "Fine." Keigo said. "Expect the delivery."
"I will." She responded. "Then, good night, Atobe-sama." She hung up. Keigo snorted. No matter how many times he talked with either of them... it always felt like he was being played for a fool.
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