At the games
Clovis thought himself as a bit of a surgeon of the mind. He had rehabilitated a number of minds who had challenged him, but the job was god-awful Mattius thought. More of a butcher than a surgeon.
"Who is he?" asked Clovis.
"A burnout, one of the latest. Almost fried the angel whole, had to cut the fucker out quick. Angel recovered, and let this poor chap try reconstitute whatever is left of his mind." Mattius said.
"Regular sob story. Recon I could help him with his rehabilitation?", Clovis said grinning.
"Unlike most brain burnouts, this one seems to be holding it together.. and his angel was no ordinary supervisor. Was in some high up shit, one of the special research units. Who knows what this guy remembers of it but he will have some strong defenses, besides" Mattius laughed, "you don't mind fuck the undead."
