Brain surgery

I was already moving, putting pressure where I could. Deep down, I knew it was useless. The brain needed a lot of blood to function, and there were more places were the blood was emerging than I had fingers, but I had to do something. Carpenter had been decent to me, and she hadn't been afraid of me. She'd done everything she could to keep me alive.

My fingers were moving around.

“Get me something that I can use to cauterize the wounds,” I said.

Brain surgery wasn't something I was at all qualified to do, but people had been trepanning patients for a long time, and those that didn't get massive infections sometimes even survived. I was learning a lot, even as her heart stopped beating and the blood was no longer rushing everywhere.

I was learning.... wait.

There was a strange organ in the brain. It was anomalous. It didn't look like it belonged there. Was this the Gemma? It didn't look like any pictures that I'd ever seen. If anything it looked alien, but...

My mind was exploding with information, and it felt... amazing. It was almost orgasmic the pleasure I felt.

Agent Carpenter had once had a power.

PRT agents weren't supposed to, but here it was. Her little spot in her brain had given her connections to her entire body. She'd been able to sense every part of her body, and she'd been able to change it. The power didn't come with any sort of knowledge of what to do, but it allowed her to gain templates from others so that she could gain their appearances. All it would take was a touch, and it wouldn't even have to be skin; a touch of their hair would work as well.

How had she been able to do it though?

There.

The secret was so obvious.

I felt a sudden surge of excitement, and a moment later I could feel it.

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