Trisees Ticking Closer
Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, no one else matters.
When: During meeting.
Where: Meeting, medibay.
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Trisees smirked. It seemed that somehow Cerebrum thought Trisees
would want to spend more of his own time in the same room as him.
'What an odd notion,' thought Trisees, getting to his feet. He
didn't care about the problem of the ship any more. So they were
sinking. So what? The ship was five miles long, it would take a
while for it to become any kind of major problem in his eyes.
Trisees left the meidbay, ignoring the plentiful cold looks, and
especially Cerebrum's request at treating him. He knew that he
wasn't insane. Insane people talk about things which don't exist, or
spontaneously do odd things. Trisees knew he did neither of those or
anything that could be considered insane. Compared to the whole
crew, he was probaly one of the most snae people onboard.
Trisees walked onwards down the corridor to the medibay. At least
there was something to do in there. He'd go and steal some equipment
in a few minutes, when that Roskev wasn't looking.
"Live up to my moniker of 'menace to society,'" he told himself,
laughing.
Jay Chrysler came into view, heading towards the meeting room,
Trisees seeing him and feeling in the mood for a little insulting
behaviour.
"Chrysler, can I ask something?" Trisees inquired.
"What is it, Trisees? I don't like you, make it quick."
"I was wondering at what point did your mind think it was a good
idea to crash the ship?"
"Shut up, Trisees," huffed Chryser, storming away.
"Just an idea, but next time you might want to try avoiding
planets!" yelled Trisees after the figure of Jay.
Again, Trisees smirked.
Trisees entered the medibay a few minutes later, feeling very
pleased with himself. He'd had an idea of how to sort out what had
gone wrong all those years ago. He'd take soem brain scans of
himself, and analyse them for Tetraoxyde 5 components, and then run
them through the spectrum distatifyer with some molecules of his
brain tissue. He should then be able to piece togther all the brain
activity that had happened that evening and determine what had made
him lose his mind.
"So easy," he said to himself, walking into the bay to see DJ lying
on the medibed and Wildflower and Tara attending to her.
"What happened to Longwood?" asked Trisees. "No wait, why did I
say that? I don't care," he added.
"No one talk to me unless they're called Keto or Coffey," he
demanded. Various eye rolls from the other members of the medibed
affirmed his request, and he sat down at his desk, sorting out a plan
of action.
----6 hours later----
Trisees' arms were stained in various colours of chemical
compounds, and he had a desk full of vials, equipment and test
sheets. His forehead was glistening with sweat and he had a confused
expression on his face.
He picked up a sheet of numbers and tutted, before adding some more
compounds to another batch of brian tissue. He had a neat patch
lying over a gash on his head where he'd asked Keto to remove some of
his tissue.
A centrifuge stopped whirring and slowed to a halt. Trisees
flipped open the cover and pulled out a test tube with a green
solution inside it.
He smiled and pumped the air with his fist.
"I KNEW IT!" he shouted gleefully.
The scream caused the members of the medibay, who were having a
quiet afternoon full of waiting around and talking, were jumped from
their seated positions by the loud happiness of Trisees.
Coffey rushed over to Trisees, enthused by the scream.
"What is it? you found the cure?"
"Not the cure," said Trisees, smiling genuinely.
"Then what?"
"I found the cause!"
Coffey was silent, stunned for a second.
"The cause of why Shakespeare's gone?"
"Sort of," admitted Trisees. "Mainly the cause of why I was taken
over by Shakespeare, and this could lead onto why I returned."
"Go on," hinted Coffey, anxious to hear how close they were to
getting Shakespeare back.
"12 years ago, I built a machine with a very close friend of mine.
It was designed to unlock the secret of the human mind. the 95%
scientists said we didn't use. After 2 years of hard labour, Sarah
and I finished it. Though, she never got to see it finished.
"I was tweaking it one night and fixed it completely. Only thing I
could do, was test it."
"You tested it on yourself? Unknowing the consequences?" asked
Coffey, astounded.
"Of course. But it turns out that the machine didn't do what we'd
hoped it would. It didn't enhance the emntal capabilities at all!
It created a mental state of flux! Caused the brainwave patterns to
temporarily go out of sync with the current time line."
"You time shifted your own brain?" asked Coffey, beginning to lose
the idea.
"YES! My mind changed! No longer was I Lawrence Trisees, brilliant
scientist. I became a vessel! A vessel for another personality to
take control. And it happened. When I was rendered unconscious, all
my past lives vyed for control of the body. And Shakespeare won."
"So how do we duplicate the circumstances?"
"One, we can't as I'd effectively die again. Two, only one person
could make that machine with me, Sarah Alexander, I'd not be abel to
do it alone. Three, there's no way to guarantee that Shakespeare
would be the mind to take control even if I was mad enough to undergo
the experiment."
"So where does that leave us?"
"Still searching for a solution," admitted Trisees.
Coffey sighed.
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