Re: The Strange Case of the Forgetful Doctor

Wow, I really wasn't expecting this - welcome back Sean and
Shakespeare, good to have you back!!
-Onion
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Corn Pylon" <sean@...> wrote:
>
> Who: Keto, Shakespeare, Tara, Vanessa
> Where: Keto's Tempibay
> When: During the mechanical madness
> =======================
>
> <snip>
>
> He turned back to face Shakespeare.
>
> "In short," said Keto, "He has lost all memory of the past six years."
>
> There was silence.
>
> "Wait, what?" blinked Shakespeare.
>
> </snip>
>
> "Last sixeth years? Prayst, enlighten myne mindeth. Be thou
> attempting yonder joke of practicalitys't?"
>
> Keto frowned and let the words slowly sink into his mind, it nearly
> stalling on deciphering the last part of Shakespeare's query. This
> loss of memory was certainly was no more bizarre than the other
> strange events that had befallen the nusiance bard, in fact it fit in
> perfectly with what had happened to the surgeon all those years ago.
> However, when Keto had last seen Shakespeare he'd been missing his
> eyes and here he was quite clearly whole and staring right at him.
> This required some serious thought, preferably by somebody else.
>
> "No, Shakespeare. This is no joke. In just over half a decade you've
> become more than an annoyance from my past. You turned into a blight
> on my present and even though you died nine or ten times, you returned
> each time to annoy me further. I thought the last time had been
> permanent," Keto said disdainfully.
>
> "If I hath beenst thy surgeon, why doth I retain nay memry?"
>
> "That requires tests and equipment," answered Keto - eyebrows still
> raised suspiciously at the apparent amnesiac surgeon. "The former
> being reliant on the latter which is an impossibilty due to the
> mechanics on this ship going haywire and declaring armageddon on us
crew."
>
> "An unholy war between these hellish minions and ourselths? Aboards't
> this almighty vessel?" asked shakespeare, horrified and hysterical.
>
> "Yes," said Keto vaguely, struck by a strange sense of familiarity.
>
> "Gadzooks!" cursed Shakespeare. "We musteth hie to thy armoury, take
> up our instruments and beginneth thou noble stand of valour!
> Henceforth suffereth nay more agains't such metallic tyranny!
> Charles, these beasts must ne'er threaten the fair skies again!" He
> raised his fist into the air, shaking it vigorously and with enough
> speed Tara thought it would fall off.
>
> "Would you just calm down a second? We're doctors, not an elite crack
> squad," growled Keto, reminded all too well of the pox Shakespeare had
> placed on his life during the times he'd been present.
>
> "Fie on thy cowardice Charles! Fie on thee. I'st shalleth place myne
> part!"
>
> "You're a surgeon William, wake up from your middle english fantasy!
> This is not some harmless war against robots! People will need
> treatment and we're the only peoeple who can give it!" Keto gave some
> serious consideration to retracting his previous statement.
>
> Shakespeare seemed to take heed of this and sagged a little, resting
> back against Keto's favourite wall.
>
> "I supposeth thy tells't true words - but Charles, whateth shall we do
> with myne memry?"
>
> Keto sighed and rubbed his eyes wishing he, no, wishing Shakespeare
> were somewhere else in the space time continuum. "I don't know,
> William, I told you that to find out requires tests and equipment.
> Currently the only testing going on here is you on my patience."
>
> "I hath treated nay individual you be tending to," replied Shakespeare.
>
> "PATIENCE, NOT PATIENTS!"
>
> ============
>
> OOC: Hello again all! I'm back (again) and this time I've been given
> the prods and pushes needed to get me writing. ;) Chris. Here's to
> the medibay!
>