A friend in need

Who: Keats And Chris Harris (Deceased)
Where: Science labs
When: The next day.... (??)
Keats was lying on his back in the science labs, he'd wedged the door
closed the night before and was now resting his head on a lump of
squishy green goo that he'd knocked off a shelf. To the casual
observer Keats was asleep, and probably dreaming about spending a
night with his wife when he could work up the courage. However, on
closer inspection, you can just about make out that his eye-lids are
twitching very slightly and very fast, and was actually instigating a
form of REM sleep. He was talking to Jack.
/\/\/\/\On The Lake/\/\/\/\
John was sitting on the shore, looking towards the little island,
behind him, a small corn field waved in the breeze and a forest
marked the ego-borderline of his psyche. He'd removed his shoes a
while ago and was dipping his toes in the luke warm water, letting it
lap casually over his exposed toes. Next to him was Jack, well, one
of the Jacks, a kick back from almost a year ago, when Project:
Phoenix Fire had a slight problem. After the malfunction, all the
personas that had inhabited Jack were released, most getting into the
ship and inhabiting small, insignificant computer terminals, some
perished, and one had gotten into him. The persona of the Brigideer.
The Brigadeer spoke.
"So... hows progress.... have you found any... suitable hosts yet?"
Keats didnt answer straight away, he leaned back, put his arms behind
his head and sighed. He knew what he was asking. He'd made a deal
with Jack, saying that he'd find a host body for him to inhabit.
However, having two personas in yourhead is a little disorientating.
At times of low brain functions, eg, when unconcious, Concussed,
drunk, etc, the other persona could get a foothold and try to take
over the body,t hereofre, the host would have to be quite empty in
the head, a mental patient or someone in a coma for it to work. He
still didn't reply.
/\/\/\/\Back on the Blue/\/\/\/\
Keats 'awoke' to someone standing over him. It was deceased crewman
Chris Harris.
"I need a favour" he asked.
Keats looked up at him, breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.
"What is it..."
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