((Oh man. The strangle bit made my day; this part is disturbing but fascinating.))
Wake up. Then he'd have to kill me.
Dream about the struggle and tension between becoming more useful and retaining my humanity.
You dream about an ordinary man fighting a giant useful robot. It goes poorly for the man.
((Curiosity turns to horror when I wonder what's under the mask now. I'm beginning to think Herr Doktor is a Lovecraftian Horror now.
Also, I now have the keys to Tinker's proverbial castle, I can't wait to see what the AM herself designed.))
See if the files can be accessed via wristpad.
NOPE
May blinks as the Basilisk curls up and proceeds to walk to the Armory Master.
"Do you have Basilisk food?"
The armory master stares at you blankly for a second.
"What?"
"Don't really mind what I eat, as long as it's edible for people."
He notices May.
"And you have multiple servings."
The armory master gives you several bags of jerky. It doesn't say what kind of jerky.
"Well, I suppose I could try someone else instead. Proper mad science is not known for its patience."
Find a confirmed non-amp-user who looks harmless enough and send them the aforementioned message. See what happens from a safe distance.
You send the image to Simus.
Turning to Milno, Kyle asked
"So, would you mind asking Steve for me just how many people have survived this HMRC ship?"
((Milno is in the labs, by the way. Let's say Kyle moved over there. 
))
Without showing much interest in the matter, Milno listens to the question and whips out the datapad for communication with Steve.
"Steve, someone is asking how many people made it out this ship alive."
Ask.
((Something had occurred to me. Does the AM know the name of every convict? She already mentioned Milno's name two or three times.))
(you could ask her)
>As of now we have had 11 people survive 10 missions. 9 if you don't include the Armory Master and Doctor. "Uhhhh, propulsion?"
Stay where I am. Ponder the Doctors eyes. Mechanical, or something else?
You stay still and keep your eyes shut tight. You've never seen cameyes, though you've heard they look like that, all black. You're not sure if thats what it was though.
You hear the sound of an airtight seal closing and straps clicking into place and an hand falls onto your shoulder. You look up and see the doctor looming over you head tilted slightly.
"Propulsion it is."
You stand as he moves to the samples and begins searching through them. Faith is laying sprawled out on the bed, her suit ripped from belly button to throat, exposing the pale, sun deprived skin of a longtime spacer, a little too much skin for you to be comfortable looking at, and nothing else. No blood, no scars, no wounds of an kind. What did he do?
Before you can ask a nurse steps in, walking rather oddly, and scoops her up off the bed. She carries faith out the door and vanishes as the doctor turns back to you.
"We're running out of space on that body of yours." The doctor says, looking you over. "Do you need those legs? You will be flying in space most of the time right?"
Go back to the barracks. Watch the fight that is still in progress (like reverse matrix-style fighting). Offer helpful strategies like "Chop the pinko's fucking head off!!! Crack him in the balls!!!"
You head to the barracks and shout at the two combatants, mostly screaming about how it's so slow it could be turn based.
>Step back, regain my balance and keep the cutlass between myself and Jim.
[jim dex:2+1]
[scrambles dex:2+1]
Jim's radiant smile fails to have a stunning effect on Scrambles, other then perhaps causing him to squint as a stumbles back a few feet, still not really on balance.
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