lab whumpee who acts like the emotionless living weapon stereotype.
- refers to their body as "my data", their number-name as "my designation."
- when asked 'what's the matter', whumpee replies with their detailed medical status as though reading a file.
- whumpee doesn't understand sarcasm, metaphors, or many basic phrases.
- whumpee speaks in scientific terms. "caretaker. I am experiencing mild myalgia around the lower quarter of my latissumus dorsi." "hm? your back aches?"
- "you're okay, I promise. just keep breathing." "if- if I did not keep breathing, I would asphyxiate. I would not be utile in a deoxygenated state."
- "jesus, whumpee.. you're nothing but skin and bones.." "and muscle and fat and nerves and organs?"
- whumpee doesn't understand why they need saving in the first place. they parrot whatever justifications whumper assured them with.
- despite their developed understanding of human biology, whumpee knows very little about the world around them.
- either they don't know their birthday or place of origin, or they track their age down to the hour.
- they have to get used to not calling everyone they meet "doctor" or "nurse".
- refuse to sleep without benzodiazepines for fear of not sleeping for the convenient amount of time.
- everything in their life has been scheduled for them. they wake up early in the mornings instinctually; the routine of their daily shots or examinations drilled into them.
- wants a percentage probability for everything. it distresses them that caretaker doesn't calculate them.
- (upon being hugged) "what- what is this? why am I being restrained?" feels their body for the evidence of a needle once released.