OPERATION: MAD MEN - Inside Kevin's Mind
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xp_logsEmma dives into Kevin's mind to find a starting place for his memories about HELIOS
Emma looked at the grey squashed (splattered? Maybe splattered was a better word) remains of Kevin’s head and sighed. Obviously she was pleased that he wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t a generally pleasing kind of sight otherwise. The mental sight, as she probed into his mind with her telepathy, was even less pleasing. There was a mind there, she and Jean had determined that much. But it wasn’t much of a mind – her delicate probes indicated that she wasn’t going to find anything much in short-term memory, communication centres, spatial awareness, awareness really – any kind of consciousness or communication with the outside world was not going to be happening in the very near future. Or possibly even the mid-term kind of future.
But Emma was determined and there was little in the world that could stop a determined Emma. The probes she sent into the wreckage of Kevin’s mind were delicate, slipping gently through the wreckage, making sure she didn’t disturb what little of the architecture was left. His mind was going to need what little scaffolding was left to grow on, so her touch was exceptionally light as she worked her way towards the faint flickering that told her Kevin was still in there.
Where she found the light that was Kevin was in his hippocampus. It had survived the shotgun blast basically intact and when Emma reached her probes into it, it hummed quietly with its freight of long-ago memories. A quick shuffle through what was in them and Emma found what she was looking for - Kevin's memories of the operation they had named HELIOS.
It was almost flagged for her; Kevin's dissatisfaction with the non-resolution had flavoured it in a slightly different way and made it stand it in a sea of memories of resolved cases. Not just that but a sense of - learning? Of growing? Something had happened in the course of that operation that had changed some of Kevin's fundamental beliefs. Curious, Emma quickly shuffled her way through the memories and smiled at what she had found.
With a quick flick of her telepathy, Emma reached out, finding those who had agreed to come on this particular journey into the past: Wanda, Marie-Ange, Jubilee and Felicia. There was a small wriggle to make Marie-Ange fit (she always fit awkwardly in any telepathic network) and then Emma made the dive into Kevin's past. She knew exactly who she was aiming to be and Emma couldn't wait to meet Mrs Nora Brinson.
Emma looked at the grey squashed (splattered? Maybe splattered was a better word) remains of Kevin’s head and sighed. Obviously she was pleased that he wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t a generally pleasing kind of sight otherwise. The mental sight, as she probed into his mind with her telepathy, was even less pleasing. There was a mind there, she and Jean had determined that much. But it wasn’t much of a mind – her delicate probes indicated that she wasn’t going to find anything much in short-term memory, communication centres, spatial awareness, awareness really – any kind of consciousness or communication with the outside world was not going to be happening in the very near future. Or possibly even the mid-term kind of future.
But Emma was determined and there was little in the world that could stop a determined Emma. The probes she sent into the wreckage of Kevin’s mind were delicate, slipping gently through the wreckage, making sure she didn’t disturb what little of the architecture was left. His mind was going to need what little scaffolding was left to grow on, so her touch was exceptionally light as she worked her way towards the faint flickering that told her Kevin was still in there.
Where she found the light that was Kevin was in his hippocampus. It had survived the shotgun blast basically intact and when Emma reached her probes into it, it hummed quietly with its freight of long-ago memories. A quick shuffle through what was in them and Emma found what she was looking for - Kevin's memories of the operation they had named HELIOS.
It was almost flagged for her; Kevin's dissatisfaction with the non-resolution had flavoured it in a slightly different way and made it stand it in a sea of memories of resolved cases. Not just that but a sense of - learning? Of growing? Something had happened in the course of that operation that had changed some of Kevin's fundamental beliefs. Curious, Emma quickly shuffled her way through the memories and smiled at what she had found.
With a quick flick of her telepathy, Emma reached out, finding those who had agreed to come on this particular journey into the past: Wanda, Marie-Ange, Jubilee and Felicia. There was a small wriggle to make Marie-Ange fit (she always fit awkwardly in any telepathic network) and then Emma made the dive into Kevin's past. She knew exactly who she was aiming to be and Emma couldn't wait to meet Mrs Nora Brinson.
