frankenstein complex ⇢ q.k | ✔

twelve

That night, everyone was back at camp. The Professor was still messing around with a few series of glyphs on his tablet that he wanted to try on his own before letting you reveal the translation to him. The document on scrubbing was fully translated, and the ZEN fragment in the facility computer would continue going through the remaining files through the night. The scrubbing procedures didn't really have any extra clues about the proof of concept that you could decipher, but it was worth a shot.

As the Professor tried out the glyphs, Yangyang and Dejun seemed to be discussing the book that the doctor had been borrowing from the younger man, as Dejun held it in his hand and they had a rather impassioned conversation in one corner of camp. You, Ten, and Kunhang were cooking dinner. And by that, you mean Ten and Kunhang were cooking dinner and you were watching them, as they had officially banned you from being near sharp objects while your hand healed. And you noticed that Ten was the one cutting ingredients tonight, not Kunhang.

"So why is there no meat here?" Kunhang asked you. "Ag bubbles can keep livestock too. Why not here?"

"I... don't know," you confessed. "I mean, technically ag bubbles don't need to have livestock, since the crops can be modified to meet all nutritional requirements without the need for meat. Preference?"

"You think the Research Director was a vegan or something?"

Ten snorted incredulously as soon as the words were out of his teammate's mouth. "Anybody who can do... whatever the hell what happening here also being a vegan would be painfully ironic."

You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you remembered the conversation you'd overheard just yesterday morning. Impulsively, you looked down at your own hands, as if expecting to see them literally covered in blood, any sort of evidence of the sins they think you might have committed. You must have committed.

"How's your hand?" Ten asked, clearly having seen the motion.

"It's fine," you brushed it off, putting both your appendages down and looking back up at the two Marines. "Do you guys think I worked here?"

Kunhang at least seemed a bit taken aback by the question, looking at Ten awkwardly for some kind of cue, as his buddy raised an eyebrow at you curiously.

"Do you think you worked here?"

"I-I don't know. Nothing's familiar."

"We don't have any proof you did anything, Y/N," Ten said plainly. "All we know is that you were here when we got here. You're not wearing a lab coat, you don't have a neural port, you apparently didn't have a pager."

Kunhang picked up from Ten's implicit conclusion, "You've been pretty cool since we found you. I think if you did work here, you'd be a lot more stuck up. Never met a UHN scientist without a bit of an ego."

"And by ego, you mean God complex."

"That too."

You smiled faintly at their assessment. "Thanks. I don't know how much of this is me or the amnesia, but..."

"It's you now," Ten shrugged.

"Soup's on!" Kunhang suddenly announced to the entire camp.

As servings started being passed out to everyone who had swarmed the station, you accepted one as it was handed to you, then there was one dish left. The others looked around with confusion, realizing exactly who was missing as all their gazes turned in the direction of Kun's tent.

"Is the captain... napping?" Kunhang hazarded a guess.

"No way that man takes naps," Yangyang shook his head furiously. "Maybe he didn't hear you? ZEN? Did you accidentally isolate his comms?" And almost immediately, followed it up with, "Oh my god, of course, my bad, I'm sorry. You would never make a mistake like that, you're in Kunhang's neural port, you know exactly who he wants to be talking to."