[Max has been spending a lot of time on the roof lately. She's been trying to think, and a lot of her thinking is done better at great heights. Tonight, however, she's got the journal open on the ground next to her, sitting with her knees pulled into her chest as she looks over the view.]( [Chase] )[dictated - Doctors, Scientists, Geneticists, anyone who knows anything about Viruses and Genetics]Alright. Here's four-one-one.
Twenty-two year-old female transgenic infected with a super bug genetically targeted to someone else's DNA. She doesn't necessarily want to be infected anymore and she's starting to realize that here might be the place to get it fixed.
[a pause]She knows it isn't going to last once she leaves the castle, but she's starting to realize that being stuck here is less of a possiblity and more of an actuality, so in case the guy the bug happens to be targeted for shows, she doesn't want to accidentally kill him.
[another pause and she gives up on the persona. It's not a front she can hold up for that long anymore, which kind of sucks.]Look, I don't care why you do it. You want money, I can pay you, you want to do it out of scientific curiosity, that's fine too. My one rule is that you need a test run on me, Dr. Robert Chase is the one to do it.
You have a problem with that, then you don't have to play the game.
I did some research about the virus when I was home, and I can tell you what I know, and what I tried that didn't work. Otherwise, the world is your oyster. I'll take whatever I can get.
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