From deception comes invention

[Dr.Steel]

Dr. Steel replies with a wide grin.
"No no, I prefer to assume that assumption is the mother of hypothesis.
I feel that is safe to assume this.
Therefore, to me, it is.
You'll have to arm-wrestle your own demons."

"Now..."
He holds his hands out, as if weighing the air.
"...what if - my very good Doctor Foetcsh - we could somehow 'externalize' the wearer's own nervous system, so that its wearer could 'feel' the suit?
I understand that one of the more interesting side effects of cardamine use is an increased awareness of external stimuli, is it not?
Perhaps we could use this to our advantage..."

The Nurses sidle up to the table and begin to pick at the edges of the armored suit.
"Not very stylish," Nurse Hatchett observes "...could use some color, maybe some cleaner lines...."

"Foof." Dr. Steel snorts and waggles his hand. "We will sort all that out later, my dear."
He tugs at his beard thoughtfully, turning a flexible elbow joint over in his hand.
"Injection points." he says to noone. "Here, and here, where the skin stays put against the suit..."

He pauses, dreamily, then snaps his head around to face his 'captor'
"Docto- erm, Mr. Runner?" he asks, brusquely.
"My colleague and I will need all current datum on human reaction to intravenous Liquid Cardamine application."
The Doctor nods and ticks off points on his rubber-gloved fingers.
"Dosage limits, reactions, blood toxicity, lethality, all that."

Dismissing the wheelchaired man with another waggled hand, he grabs at a knee joint, studying it.
"Hmmm needles would rub and irritate. Permanent catheters?"
His musings become subvocal, and his Nurses respond to his cues by manipulating the suit parts for him as he ponders.

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