experimentee: “intern, i want to tell you my tragedies —“
intern: “oh boy! i’m ready. i’ve been taking the trainings.”
experimentee looks at intern like a racecar driver at a kid on a tricycle
experimentee: “— but when i do, you will get mind controlled to kill me, and then i will mind control you over that to respond compassionately and act somewhat like you used to, and you will be left with only a vague confused shred of your identity and memories —“
intern looks at experimentee
experimentee: “— and that’s before i get to the actual stories.”