how the fuck are you going to feel if she kills herself to try to save her hand and doesnt come back at all i know you have less fucks to give than a dead nun right now but what about after when you get whatever thing you lost back that is making you such a gratuitous piece of shit right now she likes you and shes a kid whos two years old and takes things too literally and just wants to be good shes not your tool
there are people this place likes she's one of them
and i'm pretty sure she does most things i tell her to which makes her my minion not my tool tools don't have feelings, davesprite don't be such a tool
[The video feed turns on just before lockdown begins at seven fifty-five. Kid is in the morgue of the funeral parlor. The camera of his tablet is across his room and he clearly used voice commands to turn on the recording. He has a blindfold around his eyes and earmuffs over his ears, a sheet wrapped in a figure-eight around his torso and holding him pressed against the body cabinets. There is a twist-tie around his wrists to try and keep him from undoing the sheet.]
Dr. House. I wanted to inform you tonight I am attempting your experiment. I am unsure of how else to record video but to send it to someone.
As you might imagine, you were the best candidate.
[House is very dead at the moment, and even if he weren't, it would defeat the point of this experiment for him to watch in real time. Enjoy your night alone, Kid.]
[This is the first thing House sees when he wakes up, and he barely gets through a few seconds before he's hyperventilating, the panic setting in. Kid died. Kid died because House told him to do this. And maybe it shouldn't matter because Kid can make his own decisions. It's not like there are any parents here or any of them can afford to contribute less because of age--look at the things Quark has put himself through!
But Kid is dead. House told him how best to go and kill himself. The memories of a year mixing with the more recent time with his mind running completely out of control are disorienting, painful. He ends up throwing up in the Columbarium, sick to his stomach with anxiety and the general sense off-balance that he feels and knows as his latest death price.
It's a little while after making it through to the tunnels and contacting Royce that House sends off a message to Kid.]
you're an idiot don't talk to me when i'm freaking insane!
yeah, okay, dr. silverfish nothingness is perfection that still doesn't change the fact that you're a moron what did you feel? couldn't get that through the vid
[He should apologize. He feels horrible, wracking guilt and he should apologize. But he won't. He can't.]
If I am a moron, you are a killer. Such behavior would not be permitted in my home. Regardless, I take full responsibility for my own actions.
Clinically, I experienced significant disorientation and dizziness, as well as a nosebleed. I attempted to get out of the restraint I had put on, and was able to get the twist-tie off of my wrists, but was too disoriented to get significantly further. I made every attempt to do so.
[Not that House needed Kid to report this. What he's attempting to convey, however, is that he absolutely began to panic, regardless of what he says now.]
Something cold touched me and I then lost consciousness. I could not tell you precisely my time of death.
[He almost doesn't reply after seeing the word "killer." Kid's obviously not himself right now. He wouldn't be talking like this if he were. So an apology would be pointless, anyway.
And regardless of Kid not saying the word 'panic,' House can read between the lines.]
was it a hand? a tentacle? wet? smooth? deets, kid
I normally don't do this, but I wanted to thank you. For convincing me to stay away from Sherlock.
[Because clearly House had been right, and John was dead. How easily could that have been himself, or Sherlock? Fortunately he didn't recall any murderous compulsions, but who knew? He was incredibly thankful that House had the foresight and the intelligence to manipulate pure reason.]
[House is never quite sure what to do with gratitude. Sometimes his patients thank him. Often, they just thank his team, the ones they've actually been interacting with.]
you're an asset don't look into it any further than that, holmes just make sure you repay the favor if and when you can this isn't gonna be the last time
I will, of course, keep that in mind. There are too few people in this town willing to do what's necessary to figure this place out. I reviewed your little experiment, by the way. Completely reckless, but data is data.
I would place priority on figuring out a way to circumvent mind control or at the very least come up with an early warning system. It's happened entirely too many times in the short time I've been here. If there was some way too...hmm, create some sort of series of reoccurring messages on our tablets, as a sort of self-questionnaire, that if we fail it we will be able to tell if we are losing our grip on reality or our perceptions are being swayed. I could not tell yesterday that I was losing my affect until it was too late. At the very least, such a warning could give us time to separate from our companions.
[House rolls his eyes at the patronizing tone. He'll let it slide for now.]
early warning system is predicated on people actually giving a crap you didn't and logicking you into not be a moron is easier than some of these other emotional jackasses
Granted it would only work upon a gradual onset of symptoms in which on first sign of anomalous behavior the test is taken, because as you said, it wouldn't work on someone already influenced.
It's still better than nothing.
[He had to do something. What of House didn't warn him? What if he'd been affected to? What if he'd been made to kill--
--no. He couldn't go down that path of thought right now.]
I'm going to fashion a sort of Turing Test--except for use on people rather than computers to see if they're being influenced--questionnaire and distribute it, at the very least it could help in some situations.
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