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Today was the day. The moment they would take Harley Sawyer to the labs. Punish him for his repeated errors. This time he wouldn't be the one behind the scalpel. No, this time he would be the one under the blade.
Where he would be pulled apart piece by piece.
The remains discarded while the essential parts were placed in a new home. Only problem was that the brain, finding it's new home in jar, connected to the main frame, didn't want to cooperate in the slightest. Not even giving a sign of life.
Perhaps a human conscious couldn't handle all the new capabilities of controlling all of Playtime. Overloaded by the sheer amount of Intel.
Leith Pierre was right next to the new head of special projects, Bruno White, having reserved his seat in the front row almost instantly when news of the surgery having been done arrived. The man pursed his lips, looking at Bruno with dismay.
"are you certain you didn't kill Harley instead?" Leith questioned, his eyebrow raised at the doctor standing next to him. Not personally looking that unhappy if that had been the case.
Bruno fidgeted slightly in his place, already for seeing his fate of being yelled at by Eddie and Leith for the next days for this days failure.
"I'm sure it's just a small technical error. Nothing me and my team can't fix!" Bruno tried to reassure the head of Innovation. Although it sounded more like he was trying to calm and reassure himself instead of the other man.
They parted ways for the meantime, a breath of relief leaving Bruno. But it was cut short as he had to hurry and fix this issue. Fix Harley.
So they redirected Dr Harley Sawyers consciousness into a much more concluded space. One of the robotics with television screens as heads, a ton of clones laying around the facility.
And when they turned Experiment 1354 on now, all the people around who had gathered in the observation room expected an angry outburst . Or sadness to the revelation of having lost his former human shell. Despite that, nothing of the sorts happened, the opposite.
The room filling with dissapointment as nothing happened at all for a while once again. Merely the robots TVs head flickered on after a little waiting time, erupting in a static screen. The eye seemed to be unfocused, barley there. No thoughts behind it.
Not reacting in the slightest when White turned on the speakers and tried to communicate with the person turned robotic behind the other side of the glass.
White swallowed, his nerves on end as Leith stood silently beside him once again as well. Surely unsatisfied by the result after their prior already failure of transferring Harley successfully.He was proven right when the head of innovation gave him the most judgemental stare Bruno had ever seen in his entire life.
"hmm, they do say third times the charm, don't they?"
"yeah, they sure do.." white hoped the other was right, that the transfer wasn't just a huge screw up. A procedure he was accountable for.
The procedur, Leith, Stella and Eddie having called to be made, originally meant to put Harley Sawyer in place after creating mess after mess for the company. Leaving Leith with endless headaches, having to solve mutilpe lawsuits and fix everything again.
After the latest slip up, if you could even call it that, the three had decided there would be needed something to be done. To stop Harley from creating any more accidents like the theater one.
And so turning him into one of his beloved bigger body's was the only suitable solution.
Or so it seemed, as soon enough, it turned out that 1354 was a huge failure. Even after hours of trying to gain any reactions out of the metallic body, would it be verbally or physically, it would all end without positive results.
The only observation having been made by a scientist showed that Harley seemed to be severely disoriented. To the point of being unable to communicate or move. The situation reminded many of a former case. The case of Bron. The small dinosaur not having been able to do anything except move his eyes from side to side and later head.
Later on, after more surgeries and tests occurred. The scientists working on the stabilizing Harley noted that he had began reacting with delay. Showing clear signs of cognitive problems. But it was progress at the end of the day. Progress that they desperately needed right now.
A spark of hope ignited when it appeared that Harley was capable of standing and walking. Only for the small spark to quickly be snuffed out again as Harley put one robotic feet after the next and ran straight into the observation window. Bumping his screen against the glass and crumbling to the floor, a small, pained whimper leaving the machine.
The scene could've almost been described as comically, if the shown display hadn't been downright pathetic. Additionally, a small crack was heard right after the collision. A few lips thinning into a line or sighs being heard around the room.
It turned out that the screen of the television head was much more fragile than anticipated. Thankfully it was so small that the scientists decided it won't be needed to be fixed right away. Although, they would have to operate on Harley a third time to change a few things in hope of him functioning better anyways. If already there, they could fix the screen along.
While some of the scientists went to the operating room to attempt to fix the issues. A meeting was called. Most of the higher ups gathering to converse about the situation of potentially losing a great mind like Sawyers.
"What if Dr. Bruno White gets into a car crash on his way to playtime Co?" One threw into the meeting room. They wouldn't have anyone to actually lead the bigger body Initiative if they did lost Bruno as well afterwards. Of course they still had other scientists. But their intellect of the project wasn't far enough to not set the progress back and create downright failures.
And so the room fell silent, the man who had spoken up proving a point. That would indeed be a huge problem for the bigger body Initiative. Losing not one, but two great minds who were needed for the project, would be catastrophic.
A tired groan could be heard from the head of Innovation, the man pinching the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.
"Well, just don't get into a car crash. Also, we'll just have to build a makeshift room for Dr. White to sleep in. Perhaps the extra time from not having to move from one location to the other, will bring the projects futher faster!"
The room fell silent again, the ones who held at least some engineering knowledge exchanging looks between each other.
"Mr Pierre, building a whole working 'hotel' room for an employee would take a few days, or even weeks. Depending on its location." Tried one of them to kindly rationalize Leith's suggestion.
"Until then Dr. White can sleep in playcare." Leith was persisting.
More looks were shared, one of them nervously trying once again to indirectly inform Leith of his ideas being a waste on resources and time. Things they could use on simply fixing Experiment 1354.
" Sir.. May I suggest to invest instead into a wheelchair to help with Dr. Sawyers mobility temporarily?"
"why? Even a fish would be of more use than that block of metal right now."
That was enough to make the engineers back off and shut up altogether.