Cavil took a moment to consider. Should he ask again? Knock it out of him? Or did it really matter, considering what he would be doing? Chances are, the guy was probably trying to stall anyway, trying to stall like anyone would in a situation where their life might be at stake. Probably thought some of his hero friends were going to help him out.
Ha.
He smiled. "I understand. In that case, Kiryu Kyosuke, I see no reason why we can't move forward."
He turned the tuner on and then proceeded to raise the volume. Definitely a note, now, definitely an A, filling the room with its steady sound, the room that no one else in the building could hear.
"Let us begin."
Cavil spent the next eighteen hours systematically digging through Kiryu's brain. He gave him breaks, of course, after the occasional accidental seizure, but mostly it was test after test after test. The beautiful thing about being a machine was that he had energy even when others didn't. He didn't need sleep. He barely even needed food. There was only this job in front of him, and he was going to get it done.
He sent jolts to Kiryu's motor area. He sent it to his visual cortex, his oratory centers, his auditory centers. He gave him hallucinations and made him jerk his arms. He even dug into the amygdala and provoked fear. He found it unfortunate that even with all this practice, he still had no real control over Kiryu's body (he could never call it 'mind control,' not at this point), but he did have a certain grip. And he did get better with time.
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Ha.
He smiled. "I understand. In that case, Kiryu Kyosuke, I see no reason why we can't move forward."
He turned the tuner on and then proceeded to raise the volume. Definitely a note, now, definitely an A, filling the room with its steady sound, the room that no one else in the building could hear.
"Let us begin."
Cavil spent the next eighteen hours systematically digging through Kiryu's brain. He gave him breaks, of course, after the occasional accidental seizure, but mostly it was test after test after test. The beautiful thing about being a machine was that he had energy even when others didn't. He didn't need sleep. He barely even needed food. There was only this job in front of him, and he was going to get it done.
He sent jolts to Kiryu's motor area. He sent it to his visual cortex, his oratory centers, his auditory centers. He gave him hallucinations and made him jerk his arms. He even dug into the amygdala and provoked fear. He found it unfortunate that even with all this practice, he still had no real control over Kiryu's body (he could never call it 'mind control,' not at this point), but he did have a certain grip. And he did get better with time.
Around 5pm, he flicked off the tuner.