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{Clinical, detached, about to perform an experiment on a person that you think of as a robot} The dosage will be much larger this time, and the side effects will likely be more pronounced. {Even-toned, all business} Once you've settled in, I'll want do a physical and get a file going on you. No hurry, though. How about you take some time to get comfortable, learn the lay of the land and such. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Hm... your injuries aren't serious. {A doctor who has just finished treating a patient... gruff and direct} Alright, that should do it. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Now, hold still please. Okay... {Tired / Tired} Brendan, just stop going over there and this won't be a problem anymore. {Friendly} How can I help? {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Well, I've certainly seen worse. {Friendly sarcasm} Let's see... you're either here because you enjoy my company, or because you need medical attention. I'll assume the latter. {Guarded, expecting a confrontation.} Well enough, I suppose. What's on your mind? I see... He's been waiting for you. Interesting. I should think so. Who knows what you might have been exposed to up there. {Firm, almost a command, hint of amusement at the end} Take good care of yourself, and you won't have to see too much of me. {Gruff, direct} Head to requisitions if you need medical supplies. Take care of yourself, so I don't have to. {Aloof, unsympathetic... A doctor about to give an injection.} I honestly don't know. I suppose it's your job to find out. Now hold still. {A doctor who has just finished treating a patient... gruff and direct, a note of disdain on "Commonwealth butchers"} There. Good thing you didn't turn to one of those Commonwealth butchers for medical care. But if you mean physician, then yes, I'm about as close as we've got to one. And you've been getting extra rest? Mmm hmm... {Wondering why the player has stopped talking.} You look pensive. {Annoyed.} I spent a few days restocking the meds. I have to do that from scratch, you know. It's time-consuming. {Dismissive, already tuning out of the conversation, "get lost"} Mm hm. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Here, this should take care of it. {Mildly annoyed, you are being interrupted} Busy, but nothing I can't handle. What do you want? {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Looks like you took a real beating. I meant it when I said there was no rush. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Yep, you're in pretty rough shape. You're sticking to the regimen we agreed upon? We'll do that checkup when you're good and ready. Why don't you go see Dr. Filmore. I'll take care of things here. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Hm... you've definitely seen some action. {A doctor talking almost rhetorically while writing down his observations on a clipboard.} No visible reaction to the K-14 compound. We'll start the next trial, then. {Apologetic} I believe Doctor Filmore wanted to have a word with you. Why don't you go and see her. {A doctor who just gave an injection. Devoid of emotion, aloof, going through motions} There, all done. {Aloof, unconcerned, talking to a subordinate} You can return to your duties, and remember to record every symptom you experience in detail. {To himself / Sarcastic} Wouldn't that be nice. {Tired, Dismissive / Tired} Extremely theoretical bioscience, I'd bore you. I don't expect you to trust me right away. {Tired / Tired} Just a little theoretical gene and virotherapy in relation to hypothetical biotechnological treatments. You've made him very proud. {Tired / Tired} Just a lot of headaches over antigens and immunogens. In the meantime, you come see me if you need to get patched up. {Confident} Not yet. Everyone's a doctor here. {Matter-of-fact} Doctor Li's been having trouble sleeping, so I used it to make a remedy. But I haven't quite finished... {Dismissive. scolding} Save it, Isaac. You know I have full access to the garden when it comes to medicinal matters. It's not an official diagnosis, but... I think he's been waiting to see you one last time before he... Before he lets go. {A doctor who has just finished treating a patient... gruff and direct} All done. {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} Hm... this isn't too bad. {Tired, stern / Tired} Brendan, were you hanging around Advance Systems today? {Tired, stern / Stern} Yes, exactly. Doctor Watson said you were disturbing members of his lab today and he had to ask you to leave. {Friendly} Need patching up? Any additional pain or tenderness? {talking about a deceased loved one / Apologetic} I'll... I'll see to him. Don't worry. {Annoyed, exasperated} I'm not going down this road with you again, Isaac. I'm really not. {slightly defeated} Yes sir. Thank you. {Gruff, direct} There's a stock of medical supplies over in requisitions, if you need more. What I can tell you is this - the medical treatments of your time are nothing compared to what we can do here. {Dismissive, defensive / Afraid} No. Look I've been very busy. I'll get to it as soon as I can. {Proud / Happy} I'm glad you're finally taking an interest in science, son. Keep up the good work. {Annoyed.} I sent you a message about this. I spent sixteen hours seeing patients this week. {A grudging admission of being impressed} I have to admit, the third-generation synths are really something. {Stern / Stern} He doesn't hate you. He just hates that you distract people while they have important work to do. {Tired / Tired} Just examining fauna and it's potential to produce oncolytic viruses through genetic modification. {Friendly} Looks like you've seen some action. Need me to look at you? {A doctor examining a patient, beside manner is a bit gruff} I've got just the thing. {Gruff, direct} We've got some medical supplies over at requisitions. I suggest you stock up. {A doctor examining a patient, bedside manner is a bit gruff} Let's have a look. {A doctor who has just finished treating a patient... gruff and direct} There we are. Good as new. {Tired / Tired} Complicated...and long. {Wondering why the player has stopped talking.} So, um... How's your energy level? Feeling any fatigue? {A doctor examining a patient, bedside manner is a bit gruff} Alright, hold still and I'll take a look. {Told-you-so, skeptical of technology} All this advanced technology, and we still can't cure the common cold. {A doctor examining a patient, bedside manner is a bit gruff} Hm, let's see what's wrong with you. {Matter-of-fact} I needed it for an anti-inflammatory.

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Brendan: Yeah, that's...my...favorite subject. DeanVolkert: Alright, that should do it. Player Default: You're the doctor here? Clayton: You're past deadline on the report for batch three-seven-six-one. What's the hold-up? Brendan: I wasn't disturbing anyone. I said hello to Rosalind and he kicked me out for no reason. The guy hates me. DeanVolkert: He's been waiting for you. Clayton: Hi there, Dean. How's it going? DeanVolkert: It's not an official diagnosis, but... I think he's been waiting to see you one last time before he... Before he lets go. Brendan: Yeah...but only for like five minutes...why? Wait, let me guess, Doctor Watson complained about me again. Isaac: You had no right! InstituteScientist: Have you been able to at least test the samples I gave you? Shaun: Not that I've noticed, no. I feel quite well. Synth: I hope I'll prove a useful test subject for you, doctor. PlayerVoiceFemale01: Got a minute to patch me up, Doctor Volkert? Isaac: Doctor Volkert, one of my valeriana officinalis specimens is missing. Do you know anything about it? Dean: He doesn't hate you. He just hates that you distract people while they have important work to do. Player Default: No offense, pal, but I'm not letting a complete stranger poke and prod me. InstituteScientist: Well it shouldn't take long. It's not like I'm asking you to cure cancer. Shaun: Yes, thank you doctor, I think that will be all for now. DeanVolkert: I honestly don't know. I suppose it's your job to find out. Now hold still. InstituteScientist: Doctor Volkert, have you had a chance to fill that prescription I requested? DeanVolkert: Alright, hold still and I'll take a look. Synth: Will there be any pain? Brendan: What did you work on? Player Default: One step at a time, doc. I'm only just getting my bearings here. Shaun: I believe we're done now. Thank you. Brendan: No, I'm really interested in this stuff. Try me. Volkert: I'll... I'll see to him. Don't worry. Player Default: After what I've been through, a checkup is probably a good idea. Brendan: How was your day? Player Default: I should think so. Who knows what you might have been exposed to up there. DeanVolkert: Hm... this isn't too bad.

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Brendan: I wasn't disturbing anyone. I said hello to Rosalind and he kicked me out for no reason. The guy hates me. Clayton: Well, I'm sure you'll do your best to get back on schedule. Dean: Brendan, just stop going over there and this won't be a problem anymore. DeanVolkert: Here, this should take care of it. DeanVolkert: Head to requisitions if you need medical supplies. Synth: I hope I'll prove a useful test subject for you, doctor. InstituteScientist: Well it shouldn't take long. It's not like I'm asking you to cure cancer. Shaun: Not that I've noticed, no. I feel quite well. Shaun: I believe we're done now. Thank you. DeanVolkert: You've made him very proud. DeanVolkert: There, all done. Brendan: Yeah, that's...my...favorite subject. Brendan: What did you work on? Shaun: I understand Mass Fusion was a success, despite interference from the Brotherhood of Steel. Clayton: You're past deadline on the report for batch three-seven-six-one. What's the hold-up? DeanVolkert: It's not an official diagnosis, but... I think he's been waiting to see you one last time before he... Before he lets go. Player Default: After what I've been through, a checkup is probably a good idea. Brendan: Yeah...but only for like five minutes...why? Wait, let me guess, Doctor Watson complained about me again. Volkert: I believe Doctor Filmore wanted to have a word with you. Why don't you go and see her. Player Default: Patch me up, doc. InstituteScientist: Have you been able to at least test the samples I gave you? DeanVolkert: Hm... this isn't too bad. Brendan: No, I'm really interested in this stuff. Try me. Brendan: I'm not making any promises. Synth: Will there be any pain? Isaac: You had no right! DeanVolkert: How about you take some time to get comfortable, learn the lay of the land and such.

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