Mortal Protection Services Chapter 17: V.IM-A: Ingamar Ma-ana

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V.IM-A: Ingamar Ma-ana "I'm not sure I should really call it meat, I mean, there's a certain point where it's hard to tell the difference between what's flesh and machine. But, if I decide to call this stuff the meat bits, then it looks like you're about 30% meat in there. The rest I'd classify as engineering's problem." Doctor Scotty, the chief medical officer, a redheaded fellow just starting to go grey was pointing at the scan. "Got a very unique heart pumping blood around. Never seen a biological heart that reminds me of a pair of Wankel engines before." "Is it... efficient?" "Aye, somehow for your meat it seems to be. With what my scanners can see anyhow. Unlike us, you really do appear to have an intelligent designer. Most of your organs are shielded against scanning but the heart isn't. Or whatever it is you wanna call that thing you got moving your internal fluids around. This ticker's surprisingly efficient, I think I'd like to get one installed myself." "Ahh, well. You are welcome clone my cells and give it a go, I suppose." "I was nae serious," He laughed. "Besides, cloning strange alien meat sounds dangerous. Not an option anyhow, as we cannae draw your blood or get at any of your other probably fleshy bits. It's all much too armored. None of my scanners could find a way to open you up that dinnae seem like murder. Cavemen don't exactly open a crab while leavin' it livin'. And you're a pretty advanced crab to me." "Ahh, well. If something else does happen to kill me, I give you permission to do a proper alien autopsy on me. And if my heart's still good, all yours doc." "Hah! Thanks?" I'd made him slightly uncomfortable. Oops. "Well, we don't need it come to that for me to tell you some more about your insides." "Lay it on me." "You've got four brains. There's a big one in your head, seems to be in charge of the two smaller hind brains, one in each shoulder. All told, you've probably got a whole heck of a lot more grey matter than I've got in my noggin." He knocked on his head and used his mouth to make a hollow knocking noise. "What you've got is much much denser than human brain material, your shoulder brains are about as heavy as mine, not that brain weight's ever been a good measure, but your brains are either perfectly smooth, or so wrinkly the scanners cannae tell the difference. Again, not sure it ain't all machines, just telling you what it looks like to me." "You said I have four brains. Where is the fourth brain?" "Oh... aye. It's very close to the power plug. Not exactly sure what it hooks up to." "I see," I literally had a brain, in my ass... wonderful. "Any word on a digestive tract? Plugging in so close to my brain wasn't... thrilling, but it was somehow, filling." "Aye, that's the other..." I noticed a distinct lack of qualifier on the next word, "... news ." "Go on." "So, you don't seem to need to breath oxygen, or anything for that matter. Nothing in there that looks like lungs to me, I think you might be vacuum safe, but maybe let's test that slowly. As for your mouth, it does have teeth, a tongue, and a cavity down below. Seems like a lot like the top part of a human of a digestive tract, but it just stops at what I'd call a stomach. What does an alien android eat? And how do you get the waste out once you're done? I do not know." "I see... so can I eat?" "If you feel hungry, and it seems like eating's the solution, give it a go, but I'd rather not have to pump your stomach if it goes weirdly . Your body, your choice, though." "I am a bit hungry. You got anything to eat around here?" "Lollipops." "Lollipops? Isn't this a military facility?" "It helps morale." Captain Davis had been so quiet in the corner I'd almost forgot he was there, observing. "If you're done doc, we could go to the mess hall. I could eat too. We got the boys in lab twelve already working on studying the design you put together. They won't need our help for a bit, but I am going to need some time to get spun up and briefed on w