Another Busy Day in the Neo-D Labs

A Sign reads: "The Doctor is: in."

Z. has spent all morning looking over case files he's taken on from The Hermits' resource allocating Dept. He puffs a couple times on an amethyst pipe he'd stolen from some old operation and ponders: "Messy business, this place is getting fucking crowded with monsters and broken equipment. Themes of Input/Output errors across the board. Bad, fried circuits and nasty infections...Atleast B. took on Chuck & Jimmy's case for us... no one wants to have to deal with all the layers of circuit board those two operate one, tricky procedures." He sighs, staring off into empty space beyond his somewhat opaque window. "I wonder what the scans on Black Odin have revealed." He looks through a couple old, brown folders holding case files, checks the update when he finds it. Eloptic projections reveal the latest data after they are triggered by the barcode for this patient. Seems he's got some sort of tumorous growth, most likely caused by exposure to esoterror Red Bhang bombing campaigns from scrapyard hoodlums and years of prolonged eyedot abuse. Nasty little fucker growing up the bottom of his neck toward the upper-tip of his spine. He adds a nano-droid removal of the growth to his automated task queue and flips through the folders again.

Seems a nightside contact brought in a pretty glitchy and belligerent circuit by the name of Grundy last evening. They have the gray, cracked-skin monster strapped down in the infirmary and heavily sedated. "Hmmm, looks like Scarecrow dragged him in from the tunnels and was none too pleased about it. Lacerations up and down his skin. What's wrong with this patient?" He looks over preliminary diagnostics of the bio-circuit. Seems there's a degenerative neural condition caused by hyper-accelerated glandular output. The beast may have to be subdued using Blue Hand technologies before he can be operated on. Psionic interfacing will be required but should only be executed through Remote action at a distance with proper IX-Encrypted neural 27 security parameters in place.

Suddenly Z. remembers a neglected patient "Oh, yeah...Model #391, hope Powers remembers to burn that unit real good...We left that tag on the unit that said 'Damaged beyond fucking repair: Do Not fix' - Maybe I should call to double check." So many fucking broken chunks of shitty meatsacks all around the infirmary. Z. had just spent all yesterday removing a malignant skin condition from an unnamed or numbered patient struggling to barely operate as a favor to Dept. 142....He's growing weary of these assignments, it's a good thing he has the sentient networked Neo-D labs to aid his repairs, because now it's time to get back to the restricted section of the Research dept. and find more fulfilling endeavors...