Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Dr. Halsey now devoted himself to scanning Kelly's internal organs. She was the most seriously injured, and the doctors knew this from her extremely low blood pressure and extremely high body temperature even before seeing the MRI.

She suffered moderate bleeding in her liver - which could be fatal if left untreated - and complete necrosis of her right lung. Needless to say, participating in the battle, it is a miracle that this woman is still standing! That's all God can do.

Of course, this is the goal of Phase II Sparta - to become a god who safeguards the interests of the public.

Dr. Halsey, Kelly asked, where are the others?

Didn't I tell you, they evacuated. She replied, Please lie down on the table. I'm going to do some minor repair surgery.

Kelly lay down obediently. Then why are you still here, ma'am?

Dr. Halsey picked up a pair of curved, long-handled magnetic pliers designed specifically for the access door on Mjolnir armor.

She inserted the pliers in, and heard a bang sound. A fist-sized component on Kelly's heavily injured armor was opened, and blood and shock-absorbing gel emerged from Kelly's wound, which was somewhat corrupt. The smell made her frown - it meant she'd been injured for some time.

I volunteered to stay here to ensure the safety of this place, she told Kelly. The layers below these caves contain enough high explosives to destroy the entire research center - should we be defeated by the enemy. I stayed here to ensure No one can see our technology.”

After injecting the local anesthetic, Dr. Halsey inserted a soft laser-tipped catheter into Kelly's body while carefully observing the changes in the MRI images.

Doctors fired lasers rhythmically, fusing the wounds on her liver and then inflating her lungs. Despite her treatment, Kelly would lose half of her lungs. The tissue in this organ has turned blue, with brown spots of necrosis.

She sighed, that was all she could do in Claudia Jonson's absence. Claudia is the only scientist she has ever seen who can put cloning therapy technology to use.

Kalmiya, prepare the rapid cloning equipment to get Kelly's DNA sequence from the archives. I want to create a new liver and right lung for her.

You're fine at the moment, Dr. Halsey lied. I just wanted to make a replacement organ for you in case we were stuck here for a long time.

I understand, Kelly said gruffly.

Dr. Halsey wondered if she really understood—whether Kelly understood that being shot, burned, and having your internal organs damaged didn't happen to you every day unless you were a Spartan. She hoped that the war would end soon and that her Spartans could enjoy some peace.

Doctor, Kalmiya whispered from the bud-shaped micro-private speaker installed in Dr. Halsey's glasses, anomalies have been found in the files of Spartan-087. You may want to check it out in private.

Dr. Halsey closed Kelly's wound with self-healing foam, removed the catheter, and finally used cautery to seal the incision.

You should take a rest, she said.

No ma'am, I'm going to- Kelly tried to sit up.

Lie down. Dr. Halsey put his hand on her shoulder. She had no illusions that she could stop Kelly with this gesture, but it would make her words and will appear more powerful. This is my order.

Kelly sighed and lay back down.

I'll go to my office, it's over there. She pointed to the adjacent room, If you need anything, just call me.

Dr. Halsey walked away from Kelly and into her office.

Two walls here are covered with huge monitors, used disposable coffee cups are scattered all over the floor, a holographic projector plays images full of data, lines, and rotating charts, and there are too many unanswered letters on the desk. On to the ground. She closed the blinds between her office and the medical center only halfway so she could see Kelly.

Let's get started, Kalmia.

Kelly's medical history appears on the monitor.

Here, Kalmiya said, highlighting a cryptic data request at the end of the file. The date is three months ago. That's the Alechière routing sign.

Dr. Halsey picked up the Christmas ball from the table, shook it, put it down again, and looked at the swirling particles inside. This Christmas ball was given to Miranda when she was a child, and it stayed on this desk for many years.

Alechier? He's Exxon's watchdog, isn't he?

Yes, doctor.

Can you get to the bottom of this data request?

Inventory completed, connection terminated at node FF-8897-Z. Our access is restricted and requires Class X clearance.

Restricted? Dr. Halsey smiled slightly. Does that mean anything now? No one is going to stop us now, are they, Kalmiya?

Accessing those documents without proper clearance would be a crime of treason, Doctor.

Then they're coming for me. Do as I say, Kalmiya, Dr. Halsey said. Deactivate your 4-alpha moral subroutine. Deactivate the code: 'Whatever the cost.'

Dr. Halsey found a half-full cup of coffee on the floor. She picked it up carefully, put it under her nose and smelled it. She was happy to find that it didn't stink yet. After shaking it well, she drank the half cup of cold coffee in one gulp.

Yes, doctor. Processing, completed.

Kalmia is Cortana's sister. Dr. Halsey first designed and tested software intrusion programs at her place. Once the errors were eliminated and efficiency improved, she integrated them into Cortana. Senior MI3 officials had given clear instructions that the prototype program must be destroyed—an order that Dr. Halsey had not taken a day to notice.

There's a lot of anti-intrusion software here, Doctor.

Show me, Dr. Halsey said.

The holographic display flashed for a moment, then solidified into blocks of colored crystal representing the coded barrier. Dr. Halsey traced a slit with his index finger from a ruby ​​to the ninety-degree angle formed by a stepped emerald. Here, this data cluster, break it down first and then backfill it with neutralized data.

Yes, Doctor. The holographic crystal broke into thousands of glowing fragments, spiraling upward into a spiral.

I went in, but-

The fragments tumbled and gradually joined together to form two curved horns, an elongated jaw, and a pair of oversized eyes that glowed with fire. It turned and smiled at Dr. Halsey, showing its sharp teeth.

Civilian Consultant 409871. It said in a low tone, like a muffled thunder, Dr. Catherine Halsey.