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open | first medibay shift
WHO: Ratchet and you!
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise
If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.
He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.
If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise
If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.
He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.
If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.
The First Patient
It's a damn shame Milt isn't around. His old ripperdoc was more like a doctor than just a second-rate cyberware technician. The guy used to nag Johnny halfway to death about his drinking and shit, enough to make Johnny want to give him the finger sometimes. However, Milt always knew how to take care of him. It's also a shame that Milt passed long before they could meet again, but maybe that was for the best. After all, he's the reason why Milt's son died during the war.
"Yo, doc?" Johnny gives a half-assed knock on the door before waltzing in. He doesn't even wait for a response. Johnny is dressed like a wannabe frat boy with a plain black hoodie, sweatpants, a red tank top, and his signature black heeled boots. However, he covers the majority of it beneath his dark black shades. His hair is a bit messy-looking, especially since he just came here after training. Thankfully, it's not greasy. As for that messy patchwork of a beard, that's a whole other story.
"Got a minute? I'm having one hell of a day."
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"How can I help you?"
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"What the hell are you supposed to be?!" That’s the first question Johnny asks when he sees this enormous robot. Now, he has seen his fair share of bullshit throughout the years but this takes the cake.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He’s already halfway out the door. “Who the fuck are you and where’s the real doc?”
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"I am a doctor," he says, trying not to sound annoyed. "Been one for five million years. My name is Ratchet, I'm new, and I'm settling in here. I can probably help you, if you actually need help, but if you want to wait for an organic doctor there'll be one around eventually. Until then, you're stuck with me."
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"Fuck, and I thought the kaijus were weird enough." He mutters under his breath before letting out a distressed sigh. "Alright, alright! If you're the only doctor around, then fine–" Before he could utter another word, Johnny gets hit with another wave of nausea.
He falls silent for a while, his face scrunched up in misery. Everything is fuzzy and wobbly now, as if he is glitching out. Faint green lines of code emerge everywhere, with streams of numbers and error messages flashing before his eyes. This has happened before, when the Relic began to malfunction in V's body, but he now has no idea what is causing it.
"S-Shit." He clutches his head between his hands.
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"C'mon, talk to me, I can't help if I don't know what's going on," he says, hoping against hope that it's something simple that he can treat with a medication and not some sudden incurable neurological problem. That would be just his luck, honestly.
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"I can't figure out if I'm alive or dead." He murmurs as he struggles to regain control of his body. He can still see traces of green and red slipping in and out of his eyesight. "One minute I feel fine, the next I feel like I've just been shot."
Maybe this is phantom pain? That's what Johnny thinks when he closes his eyes. He sits there in total silence for a bit while the pounding in the skull worsens. This must be the worst migraine he's ever experienced, or the Relic has caused irreversible harm to his brain. In any case, Johnny will not leave until he has answers.
"It feels like my head is trying to twist right off my shoulders." He grumbles as his vision gradually clears. Ratchet's voice remains distant and sluggish, but he can still hear him.
"This has to be the Relic's fault."
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"Well, you're definitely not dead, and you haven't been shot. Let me get you something for the pain first, here." He tries to hand Johnny a couple of painkillers and a glass of water, held carefully between his large fingertips.
"What the hell is a Relic?"
spoilers for Cyberpunk 2077
"It enables you to download a person's essence into a digitally stored chip. All of their emotions, psychological traits, and even their entire soul. The ideal little gimmick for a soulless megacorporation to pursue." He grumbles furiously while searching for something inside his hoodie. Of course it's a cigarette. If he's going to be so miserable, he might as well smoke.
"The biochip contains a system that was meant to install and activate the engram within a new living host." He places the cig between his lips and searches for a lighter.
"So yeah, you could kinda say I was brought back from the dead."
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"Well, that sounds completely insane, but if that's the case I have no idea how to treat you," he says. "I don't know if any of the human doctors would, either, your situation appears to be entirely unique. Have you had these symptoms before? Is there any way to access the chip, to make sure it's working properly?"
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A deep sigh escapes the rockstar once he's handed the basin instead. He gives Ratchet an annoyed glance, one laced with as many unspoken curse words as he could mentally muster. Thankfully, Johnny doesn't dare voice his disdain.
"Put up a 'no smoking' sign next time." He grumbles before placing the basin aside for now. His vision is getting blurry again but at least he doesn't feel like hurling again yet.
"I can't imagine many doctors would be willing to treat me, but you got one thing wrong here." He turns towards the ten-foot-tall robot with a lopsided smirk.
"I'm the engram." Or at least he was the engram lurking within the Relic. "Something must've gone wrong when LILITH transferred the biochip into a new living host."
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"I'm willing to treat you. Engram or not, you're my patient right now, so any information you can give me will help. Lay down, at least, so you can't fall over, and I'll look into getting some imaging of your brain so we can make sure you aren't having some kind of stroke."
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"Fine, you call the shots, doc." Johnny responds, cautiously lying down upright on the hospital table. This isn't comfy, you know? The table's coldness has already seeped through his clothes.
"Just make it quick though." The rocker complains.
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"Describe your symptoms to me, please--all of them, not just the ones I can divine by looking at you."
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If he is supposed to be an engram, how did LILITH get him? According to his memory, he was last lodged deep within V's cyberbrain. Dex shot his host in the head, and the Relic triggered immediately. If it hadn't been for the Relic, V would have died immediately, but he didn't. Suddenly Johnny found himself trapped within the merc's mind, like a prisoner. No one could see or hear him. It was like Johnny was a ghost trapped within a shell.
"Well, you already know about the nausea." Johnny sighs, closing his eyes briefly. "The migraines began soon after, along with the tears in my vision. Everything becomes hazy and...weird." He knows that's not the most descriptive description but it's difficult to explain the fogginess that overtakes him from time to time.
"It's like my mind is trying to connect somewhere." He whispers quietly, his face scrunching up in pain again. "T-Trying to connect to the host but I can't. V isn't here."
That scan might produce some fascinating results. Johnny, despite being an engram, is primarily biological. However, he does have some strange nanomachines running through his bloodstream. That, plus the fact that the majority of his brain appears to be cybernetic at this stage. Whether or not this is cause for concern is unknown; however, LILITH did have to reassemble his body piece by piece.
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Ratchet collects the painkillers into a tiny cup and adds a couple of anti-nausea pills before he sets them in front of Johnny, not pushing him to sit up and take them just yet.
"From what you're telling me it has to be the chip, unless the cybernetic part of your brain is also malfunctioning and I don't think it is. I wish I knew what it looked like when you weren't having migraines and altered vision so I could see exactly what I was working with." He frowns, feeling helpless and refusing to show it. "For now, just try to relax. Is there a way for me to access the chip to see if it's malfunctioning?"
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"So everything green, huh?" Johnny asks as he cautiously attempts to sit up. He's still dizzy as hell, but he doesn't feel like vomiting up anymore. "I guess I have to get back here a bit later when I feel better." He grumbles before reaching for the painkillers. He chokes down the pills without hesitation and without using any water. It's clear he's used to downing pills like this on a fly.
"Um, I guess so." Johnny murmurs as he considers how to respond to that inquiry. "Maybe you could sync with my brain and take a look?" He advises, drawing a black USB cable from his metallic palm. Despite the enhanced technology, his arm continues to use dated cyberware from the early 2020s.
"Feel like taking a risk?"
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"Hell. Sure, why not, let's give it a shot."
okay here we go!
"Holy shit--" Wait a minute. Why does everything look so much smaller now? Johnny pauses for a moment as he glances around the medibay. His vision cuts out for a second but before he knows it, it's back to normal. It flickers in and out like this for a while before a strange sequence of green code suddenly flashes across his eyes. Then suddenly, everything looks all small again.
"Doc, did you bother to upgrade your software before coming here? Cause holy shit, this feels weird." Johnny suddenly pauses as he glances down at his hand or rather, what he assumes to be his hand. It looks all metallic and blocky all of a sudden. It looks absolutely nothing like his cybernetic arm.
"...Doc?" He glances around again in dismay. Why does it feel like he just grew ten-foot-tall all of a sudden?
oh boy oh boy
He's suddenly staring up at... himself. He reaches up to rub his nose--his nose itches, and it's soft under his fingers when he scratches it. He looks down at his own body--Johnny's body--then back up at his own body in mute horror.
"What the hell is going on?" he demands in an unfamiliar voice, his head pounding. He rubs an eye, feeling the weird give of it under the heel of his palm, and snatches his hand away again. Everything is so squishy. "What happened?"
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Johnny almost does a doubletake as he sees himself peering up at him. It's similar to the times when V looked in the mirror and saw Johnny staring back at him. It's strange, extremely strange, and even stranger because he's currently trapped within a ten-foot-tall robot. Johnny is almost too startled to speak, fully immobilized inside Ratchet's body.
He doesn't know what to do. Like, what the heck is he supposed to do? Johnny has no idea what is going on, and he is currently experiencing a sudden bout of vertigo. Everything feels so far away and little. Being this tall is terrifying, and Johnny feels as if he's about to throw up.
"Oh my god, I need a fucking smoke." He curses before searching around for that 'loosie' that Ratchet placed down on the table.
"Gimmie a light, doc." He grumbles as he places the cigarette in between his, well, Ratchet's lips. "It's going to be a long night."
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Ratchet is about to yell at Johnny some more before he feels his nose itch again. Before he can scratch it there's a sudden pressure behind his eyes, and way faster than Ratchet can do anything about it he's taken a huge breath, his diaphragm tensed, and his face explodes.
It knocks him off his already wobbly feet to sit back down hard on the slab, stunned for a moment as he brings his hands up to his face, feeling frantically for anything that's gone wrong--but all the bits are where they should be, and the tickle in his nose is gone. He sniffs, making sure his sinuses are intact, before he looks up at Johnny with watery eyes, his voice a little strangled when he speaks.
"Change it back!" he demands, sounding a little panicky now. His brain registers that what happened to him was probably a 'sneeze,' and wasn't life threatening, but he didn't want to take any chances with someone else's meatsack. "Change it back right now, get me out of here!"
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Johnny lets out an annoyed grumble once he is yet again denied a decent smoke. All he wants to do is will the nausea away and hopefully stop the chip in his brain from glitching out. That's all. However, Ratchet here, or rather...well, himself, is determined to make everything much harder for him. It's bad enough that they've magically switched bodies but now Ratchet is making him look like a complete idiot.
"Ugh." Johnny let out a disgusted sigh once Ratchet sneezed all over him. Technically, that's him doing all that with Ratchet's consciousness trapped within his body but it's still gross.
"I look fucking pathetic." He muses aloud as he leans down a little to get a better look at himself. "Runny nose, red eyes, probably a scratchy throat too. Maybe I'm sick?" It seems the tables have turned, Johnny is playing the role of the robot doctor and poor Ratchet is stuck in his handsome meat suit.
"Well, at least I'm still hot." Johnny couldn't help but grin a little as he looked for the USB port in Ratchet's arm.
"Alright, calm down! Let's just do the data swap shit again and see what happens."
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"Well I'm sorry your small, fleshy body is malfunctioning, but it's not my fault," Ratchet says indignantly when Johnny looks down at him in disgust. He gets up again and stands his ground as Johnny leans down, but he has a healthy new appreciation for how intimidating it is when he does that, to say the least.
He does feel strange, his throat tight and his head pounding, a pervasive ache all over his body--he thought this might just be how organics felt all the time, but apparently not. "You have a communicable disease?" he demands, wracking his brain to try to remember this set of symptoms, but it's not like he can just access his memory banks exactly the way he usually would. Everything in here is weird and fuzzy and imprecise. "I'll get you some decongestants, give me a moment."
He hops down off the slab--and my, he really is very tall compared to most organics, it's more obvious like this--and makes his way over to the now-regular-sized cabinets, getting a couple of pills and taking them with water. He's focused on his patient first, like usual, no matter how much he wants to get out of this body. The headache is starting to subside, at least, along with the nausea, so at least the drugs are working. He makes his way back over and sits down on the edge of the slab, looking shaken but a little more in control of himself. He eyes the USB cable in Johnny's wrist dubiously.
"All right. Let's give it a shot," he says, reaching out for his own arm and plugging the USB back in, his whole body tense.
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"Listen, I'm 6'1, lean and mean, with an impressive fucking cock! There's nothing small about me." While the size of said asset is rather debatable, Johnny is pretty tall. Not exactly the tallest, but he's considered tall.
"A what now? Communciable disease?" Johnny blinks his eyes slowly, or rather, in this case, Ratchet does. "You're making it sound like I have the plague." He complains while watching Ratchet, or rather HIS BODY, walk across the fucking room. This is bizarre, even for him. Johnny feels like he's having an out-of-body experience, and he technically is.
"This is so fucking weird." He mutters as he watches himself walk around the medibay without him. It's so odd that Johnny is getting queasy simply seeing Ratchet stroll around as him. However, he can't help but admire his own physical appearance. Once Ratchet finishes taking the pills, Johnny takes a moment to calm his nerves as Ratchet jacks into his body again.
"Okay, let's hope this works." Much like last time, his vision gets distorted with all sorts of errors and green-coded text. Whatever clunker Ratchet is using for an operating system is starting to reboot. It takes a while for everything to come back online, but once he does, Johnny finds himself staring up at the autobot instead of looking down at himself.
"Oh shit..."
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