The original 049’s goggle-covers slid open. That, it seemed, was the current extent of his neural control.
He was still in his cell, or he had been returned to it, and laid out on one of its two narrow beds.
He had a dreadful headache. His colleagues and their vile drugs; if he developed an addiction to these insidious opiates they would be paying for his rehabilitation so help him god.
Something tickled the end of his snout.
A small blurry figure stood there.
“The ghost of Christmas past I presume?” said 049. He started to laugh, had trouble stopping.
Damn the drugs.
“Can you hear me, 049?”
Damn it to hell it was Dr. Hamm.
049 twitched and felt the tiny being fall off his snout. It clung with its arms and pulled itself back up. “049 you have been operated on.”
The Plague Doctor sighed. “It is not an uncommon occurrence. I suppose they were looking for eggs, did they find them?”
The tiny Dr. Hamm seemed to stifle a giggle, “No, of course not.”
“How do you know this then, did you see the procedure? I may be your father – Luke.”
The tiny Dr. Hamm said, “What is that from?”
“Some play, tis of no importance. Just something my colleagues mention on occasion.”
“Seems you are up to speaking then.” said the tiny Dr. Hamm.
“This situation will not be ideal for conversation.”
“You put one of my sisters in a cage, and are known for frightful experiments. I didn’t want to do this with you at full strength.”
049 whipped his head to side. “You are a ghost, a memory, a drug. Leave me!”
The tiny Dr. Hamm climbed over 049’s snout, and sat beside it. “I am a little twin. Of someone I’ve heard you once wronged. But I don’t consider you any worse than your colleagues.”
“I - AM - NOT - EVIL!”
049 tried to lift his head but the tiny Dr. Hamm held it in place. Was it the drugs, or was this small vision really that strong?
“For my purposes, it doesn’t matter what you are, I just need help. My people just need help. We need to escape these buildings and find a place where we can live together, far from giants like you and your various machinations. We will be out of your way, out of the foundation’s way. Your colleagues are not ones to live and let live but you, you have your own other business. Help us, and there will be one less monster running around, causing trouble.”
Something was sprayed over 049’s nostrils, something containing lavender. He lost consciousness again. When he awoke the tiny Dr. Hamm was gone.
Something slapped him in the face. He was thankful for its natural armor.
It took him awhile to realize he’d slapped his own face.
So he had the use of his left arm. That was fortunate.