[Gordon looked at the room around him and the form in front of him, whatever it was. The form held out its impossibly black briefcase and spoke.]
Good, evening Mr. Freeman
Who are you?
[In his own nervousness Gordon pulled at his sleeve. His sleeve? looking down he saw his body, his hands, instead of the robotic husk that he’d been in before coming into this place.]
Someone must’ve mentioned, the virus.Â
The viru-
[Gordon suddenly felt pulled away from the space. Even the virus seemed surprised at the length of the visit]
Gordon come on come back online you are Not leaving me so fast.
wha?-
[Before Gordon could get a whole word out the doctor pulled it into a tight hug. Voi couldn’t even complain about the sharp edges poking voids chest and arms.]
Please don’t do that again, I know it wasn’t your fault and we can get Eli to patch up anything mechanical but please, be careful.
