The medical transport arrives at the Neo-D labs. Dr. ζ seems flustered, bouncing around different stations. He looks at the two gangsters "Op. 2" they reply. "Shit," says Dr. ζ "just stick him in the RF corrections tube and let it autoconfig to the modulations his bio-computer needs. We've got too many charity case operations going currently and I can't afford another distraction." They do as instructed.