Malignant Page #2

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What's that?

It's a camera.

It'll send a signal to your laptop.

It's motion-triggered, so if

anyone goes in or out of here,

we will know.

Let me see your phone.

- Why?

- Just give me your phone.

I'm downloading a tracking app.

So no matter where you go,

it will track you

whether you remember...

Or not.

I have a present for you.

Jesus.

Safety's on the bottom so you

don't fry your balls off.

Be careful.

My design packs a wallop.

The hell are you into?

Some overseas sh*t.

No crime, no foul.

Just remember, you get in trouble,

you use that.

Hello.

Where have you been?

Sick. I called.

Didn't you get the messages?

You were hung over.

No.

- That's it.

- Don't bother coming in tomorrow.

I'll have your stuff

shipped to you.

Do you hear me?

Allex, do you hear me?

Oh.

No way.

Ohh.

Where'd I go?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you admiring your work?

How did you know where I was, huh?

Just don't leave any fingerprints.

I didn't black out, though!

But you drank.

I do appreciate your

cutting back, though.

And that's why I gave you a reward.

A reward?

I let you kill someone you

might find more deserving

than your beloved drunks.

You did this, not me!

But it's your body.

Hello? Hello?!

- Hey.

- I'm getting out of town.

Where the hell are you going?

Away.

Why?

I can't be near anyone, all right?

It's gotten worse.

I think I killed my boss.

Listen, I need you here

to be checked out.

- It isn't safe.

- Just find out what you can.

Aah! Aah!

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, you're alive.

Let me help you.

Come here.

I'm gonna turn you over, okay?

- Uh-huh.

- Okay? Huh?

It's okay.

Go slow. Go slow.

- I'm gonna get you out of here.

- Come on.

I'm so sorry.

- Don't be afraid.

- It wasn't me.

Don't be afraid.

I didn't do it.

I'm here to help you.

It's okay. It's okay.

No.

Oh, no.

No. I'm gonna save you.

I'm gonna save you.

No, you're not gonna die.

You're not gonna die!

Come on.

No!

I tried.

I tried.

F***.

What the hell happened?

I got it out.

At least just part of it.

Just take it.

Oh, sh*t.

How'd he find me?

Allex, wait.

Allex!

Why do you have these, huh?!

Why did you choose Allex?!

You sick f***!

Why didn't you tell me?!

F***.

Sh*t!

No.

Come on.

No!

Come on.

You shouldn't have

done that, Allex.

It's all in my hands now.

I'm gonna fix you.

I haven't given up.

Hmm.

Huh?

What are you...

What did you put in me now?

- Nothing.

- I just took the rest out.

You already ruined that experiment.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

If I had left you alone,

you would have died.

He's fine, no thanks to himself.

I thought you'd be pleased

with the selection.

I always do my research,

and I researched you and

your friends thoroughly.

You should be thanking me.

Curing him will be a bonus for you.

You were never so

inquisitive before.

And... what did you

think I was gonna do?

And you didn't care as

long as you were paid.

Why are you doing this?

To help you.

Help someone else.

I already have.

You are my second experiment.

So, it's real...

That disk.

You we controlling me.

Control is a bit of

an overstatement.

I was...

Guiding you using basic commands,

and then, when the time was right,

I triggered a violent response

by simultaneously stimulating

portions of your brain.

It doesn't work

unless the patient is

unconscious past R.E.M. sleep.

That's something that

happened quite frequently

with your blackouts.

That's why you picked me.

I can sedate anyone.

I chose to help you.

It's out.

Just leave me alone.

Let me go.

Wouldn't be much of a scientist

if I just let my

experiments run away.

Whatever you are...

You are no scientist.

Shut up.

You...

Shut up! Shut up!

Maybe this is for the best.

Sometimes the old ways are better,

tried and true.

A transorbital lobotomy

through the eye socket.

There's no need for drilling.

It avoids such complications.

It's a delicate procedure,

takes a bit of finesse,

but in the right

hands, it's very safe.

Patients are up and

about in no time,

productive members of society,

free from hyperactivity,

schizophrenia,

depression, and addiction.

- You're mad.

- Really?

Yeah.

Well, it's a lot more fair

than experimenting on rats.

Or the homeless.

Or children.

You have no one to

blame but yourself.

You already checked out of society

before your liver gives out.

The least you can do for this

world is be a little useful.

What is that?

It's an old E.C.T. Machine from

my grandfather's practice.

Three short bursts

of an electric current,

and you will be under long enough

to complete the procedure.

You won't remember a

thing when you wake up.

But then, you're already

used to that, aren't you?

A couple of taps of the hammer

to breach the frontal bone,

and then I simply push

in a couple of inches,

twist the tip around

to sever a portion

of the prefrontal lobe.

You're f***ing crazy.

There have been over 40,000

lobotomies in the U.S. alone.

That's a very tested procedure,

on human beings, no less.

Rats and monkeys are so 20th

century, don't you think?

F*** you!

I'll kill you.

That's the alcohol

withdrawal talking.

Allex.

How you feel?

I'm not sure.

See if you can sit up.

Good. Good.

Now try standing up.

Take your time.

Excellent. Excellent.

Full motor control.

You see?

You're still yourself.

You're not a zombie.

You're not a vegetable.

You still have control

over your actions.

I know...

I know it's a needlessly

vilified procedure,

but one that has hopefully

cured your addiction.

What are you doing?

I'm taking you home.

What are you doing?

You're not even trying.

You have to at least

make an effort.

Come on, get up.

Get up.

You're determined to not make

this easy, aren't you, Allex?

This is bigger than just you and me.

Society can't function

without functioning people.

Our citizens are our

greatest resource,

and this country can't afford to

have that squandered anymore.

My grandfather understood that.

He knew that each person

had to face his demons

and make their contribution.

And that's why he took care of me.

My father couldn't...

Because of this.

It corrupted his mind

and his body.

There are consequences.

There are always...

Consequences.

My brother, Samuel,

Sam... I saw this.

My father... my drunken father

took something from

him that wasn't his,

and you want to know what it was?

His life.

A boy can't forgive.

The dead can't forgive.

But the living can be helped.

My grandfather showed me that.

He gave me that gift.

And you have to realize

that your actions

have a tangible...

Effect.

Don't expect me to be passing out.

With that thing cut out,

I wasn't sure how you

were tracking me.

I figured this would bring you out.

You know, your friend's

a minor genius

when it comes to designing

and assembling components.

It's too bad

you couldn't hold onto it.

You need to stay quiet!

Stop it!

I told you to stop it!

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