Somewhere deep within the Paradox secret AAR laboratory a doctor in white smock and gloves leans over a disassembled Toshiba laptop …
“Scalpel,” Lord Durham extends an open hand still peering at the exposed hardware. A bead of sweat runs down his brow.
Nurse Trixie hands over the requested instrument, exposes some software and smiles encouragingly.
“Suction…air…suction…no position the light around here so I can attach the electrodes.”
”Doctor really! First you want me to suck, then you want me to blow and now you want kinky positions? I don‘t understand medicine at all.”
*cough* *awkward pause* “Well I think that about does it. Peter Ebbesen’s brain has been melded to the AI for Suzdal. All we have to do now is stand back and enjoy the show.”
*fires up The Grand Campaign*
”Ummm…that isn’t PE’s brain."
“What? Who’s brain is it then?”
“OMG! I just put an abnormal brain in charge of Suzdal?! Which one? Let me see the shipping receipt.”
“Backpack?! Lord save us all.”