A few changes of heart....
Keats and Jack walked (well, staggerd, KEats was still a bit iffy,
and jack was supporting him) off from the the hanger where They were
dropped off. Johns head was clearing up and hed regained
consciousness. 'Bloody hell Jack, my 'eads bloody well killin me
man!' Keats had picked up a cockney accent that resembled a couple of
Jacks old personalities... 'You sure your feeling better John?' JAck
asked, with a worried look on his face... 'Im fine man, damn, never
knew you where so soft, and anyway, did your vest ALWAYS have those
perfectly formed muscles behind them, or is that just me?' Jack let
go of Keats, who staggerd against a wall, it was true, after his
ressussitation his muscles were quite well formed, it was worringly,
probably not QUITE as much as Keats pointing it out, but it still
made him think, he held out his right arm experimentally, it gleamed
from sweat. 'Most interesting...' he mused. He flexed it, they almost
hypnotically formed into what Calvin Klein thought a well bhuilt man
looked like, then CONTINUED to expand, so much that a few had to move
out of the way for others to push up... Jack smiled slowly, thoughts
flew through his head... 'Come on Keats, lets get to Parrots, i feel
like a few floozies..' John looked at him expectantly 'Oh alright,
there on me, but first, i wanna make a stop by the science labs...'
After much staggering and Jack admiring his new body, they arrived at
the labs, each science crewman had one of these to tinker in, as did
Jack... he looked at his, it was a mess, the liquid from Phoenix fire
was a powerful chemical compound, mostly consisting of aryls,
alcohols, and a few ketone compounds, but had a halflife that barely
was noticable when i contact with air, turning it into harmless
water, hydrogen and a few powerfull bleaches. Finaly he saw it, The
Gun... He picked it up, it was till locked out after he tried to use
it last... he handed it to keats.. 'John, see if you cant get this
working... Keats Took The Gun, it recognised its owner and
restarted...
///COMMAND REASTABLISHED...
WELCOME JOHN, HOW MY I SERVE YOU...
....
....
AWAITING COMMAND...
\\\
'Well then Boss, its working now, what do i get?? Cash?' Keats looked
manic. Jack took The Gun.. 'Gun, do a diagnostic on Flight Crewman
John Keats'
///DIAGNOSTIC CHECK...
DNA, RNA APPEAR NORMAL...
SLIGHT IRREGULARITIES IN BRAIN PATTERNS...
ALL VITAL SIGNS PRESENT...
SUBJECT IS STABLE...
\\\
'And on myslef Gun'
///DIAGNOSTIC CHECK ON CREWMAN JACK...
DNA, RNA APPEAR NORMAL...
SLIGHT ALTERATION IN MUSCULAR AND ADRENAL GLANDS...
RESULT FROM EXPOSURE TO FOLLOWING CHEMS...
A long list of chemicals appeared on the list, Jack didnt understand
any of it... 'What does this mean the Jacky me man?' Jack stood
still, and slowly, only one thought could be heard...
'This, my friend, means were off to parrots now...' Keats nodded in
approval
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