March 14th the moon in examination room 4391 right after the elemental being incursion…
Quirrel looked down on Sebastion as he lay there bleeding, broken, burned, and labouring to breath while treading the line of expiring and there wasn't a thing Quirrel could do about it as the lockdown had shackled it's control authority and it would have to go through an extensive process to get those codes and privileges back.
So for now Quirrel contented itself with spending it's time watching what little time Sebastion had left trickle away, in a fashion Quirrel was watching it's future slowly dying in front of itself so it felt a morbid obligation to watch this story to the end. Now that everything was over everything would be reviewed in detail to see if anyone shared any fault at all in the elemental being escaping its sensory prison, something that theoretically shouldn't have been able to happen with all of the fail safes and redundancies that are layered over and over on them to prevent such a potentially apocalyptic thing from happening, Quirrel could only assume most of the blame would be dropped in it's lap even though all Quirrel did was ask for a special battery of tests.
Quirel walked over to the broken and melted cube that was the elemental being's prison and just looked at it for a moment as it listened to Sebastion's breathing getting weaker behind it. It was a testament to the empires overarching glory that they could craft such fine prisons for beings of such indescribable power only to then harness them in turn to help the empire forge its path forward to entertainment.
With a sigh Quirrel kicked a chunk of the prison into the corner and spun on it's heel to stride towards it's candidate so it could crouch down and get a better visual look at him, fluids were leaking from all over his broken body as the elemental being seemed to have little regard for anything other than the most significant organs, probably due to some rule it had to follow. This left pretty much everything else in tatters or burned to char which at the very least stopped him from bleeding out immediately but left a very small and diminishing vascular system left in the core areas and not much else.
Looking down to Sebastion's charred face Quirrel looked at the burned area around Sebastion's ocular region and tried to reconcile it with the figure it had been scouting these past months, everything was a mess and for some reason his teeth, those not cracked or broken from the heat, seemed to look sharper, elongated and more jagged, some were even cutting into the bleeding heat damaged mess that was his lower face.
Reaching up and rubbing it's face as Quirrel could detect the beginnings of an irregular breathing/cough cycle that could only prelude final expiration for Sebastion, Quirrel couldn't believe what had just occurred only for it to end like this…he looked like reconstituted meat product that had been thrown into a fire and now somehow was still breathing, by THE SHOW Quirrel could see right through his lower abdomen as if it weren't even there and his right leg had sizzled down to the bones underneath his weight.
Roving it's sight across the ravaged body in front of it Quirrel's eyes caught on a flair of colour beneath Sebastion's left pant leg, the pant leg itself mostly undamaged…where his leg should be missing? Reaching out and using the convenient zipper that Sebastion had installed for maintenance of his prosthetic Quirrel opened the lower parts of the pant to look upon a perfectly intact and undeniably crude locomotive prosthetic.
"You have got to be kidding me…this survived? The rubbers haven't even melted down?", Quirrel's gaze traveled over to the vacant face of its owner, "How funny that the one thing you hate about yourself the most is the only thing that managed to make it out of this debacle unscathed? Hu-hu ha haha hahaha oh that is messed up.", Quirrel couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of all of this, well that was until Sebastion finally began to shudder as his body tried desperately to drag air into his body but instead was only expelling blood and boiled body fluids as his lungs finally filled to a point he couldn't breath with the angle of his lowered upper body.
"We could have made such beautiful content together my candidate, I'm sorry for antagonizing you earlier, it usually gets those who endure it to become more entertaining in the long run and put on a better show as they try to over come the antagonist plaguing them.", as Quirrel watched the heaving coughs slowed one after the other until they just finally…stopped?
Quirrel had to lean in a little as it noted that there were blood flecks suspended in mid air in a clear delineation about two inches from Sebastion's face in a conical angle heading back towards his body, it was a localized stasis field holding him on the cusp of death like a morbid piece of art.
Quirrel rocked back and lifted into the air settling into a sitting position in shock while staring down at the miraculously saved, for now that is, Sebastion, "How? No one should have been able to assert authority here unless they were an administrator and they wouldn't have bothered with this burnt out flesh sac that barely looks alive, they would have assumed he was just a victim of the elemental being that needed logging for later?", years of streaming instinctively caused Quirrel to say it's inner thoughts out loud not really expecting anything in the way of an answer.
"Didn't I tell you? I'm a prodigy and a genius remember, the thousands of menial paperwork I had to do to get back my credentials was hatchling's play,", Quirrel whipped it's head up as a mechanical voice intruded on this morbid moment, "although it looks as though I didn't really even need to hurry as your candidate seems to only just now be expiring, quite resilient indeed! I expected him to be in cardiac arrest about four standard earth minutes ago making this a close thing with actual brain starvation and…oh…that heat damage around his ocular sensory organ does not look good.", belatedly Quirrel looked back towards Sebastion's face where his eye had burned out charring the rest of his face on the right side.
"What do you mean?", Quirrel wasn't a xeno-biologist by any means and only had a rudimentary idea of how these creatures were kept alive, to him the burned part of his face seemed superficial compared to literally every other part of his ravaged body.
"The galactic empire's resources are nearly infinite and we have the best science and augmentation there is, we can copy a mind into a robotic substitute or an AI facsimile but we can't recreate a personality from scratch and your candidate hasn't even reached the first stage so if he has been neurally cooked he will be effectively brain dead.", the statement was monotone but felt like it was a mag rail cannister smashing into Quirrel's chest, hearing this new infromation it looked a little closer at the scorching burns crawling across Sebastion's ravaged features.
"He tried to tell me to go f*ck myself before he collapsed do you think he would be brain dead if he could do that?", Quirrel was finally feeling hopeful and was grasping at anything it could at this moment.
There was a pause for a few seconds before the doctor finally replied, "Random vulgar outbursts can actually be a sign of brain damage in this species so I don't actually know for sure, we will only know after we piece him back together, though at the very least I would expect at the very least some…cognitive decline.", the prognosis wasn't hopeful but as Quirrel stood up it felt sure it would work out in the end.
"He's lucky.", Quirrel cast one more glance at the ruins of the cube and rematerialized in it's personal area, "Put him back together and we will see what comes of it.".
"Hmmf wholeheartedly un-scientific, but he did somehow survive an elemental reconstitution within his own being, and has now been the first classified fluctuating divergence, so I guess asking him to not be brain fried from the experience could be a small ask. Give me a day and his body will be as good as the day he was born, the rest is up to the damaged grey matter that remains in his skull.", Quirrel thought it sounded dismissive and yet upbeat at the same time? Maybe the doctor was riding the high of having such an entertaining discovery associated with itself and it's species.
Thinking such thoughts brought Quirrel's attention to it's inbox which unsurprisingly was filled with messages from some of those quick enough to recover from the trauma of the special observation hub and who wanted to try and see if they could get any advantage ahead of everyone else, the usual cut throat things Quirrel would expect from these horribly short sighted individuals. Not a single one of them stopped to ask if Quirrel ever actually planned to ever sell the hollo vid recordings for a profit like all of them assumed before they agreed to the contract, or if Quirrel planned to use those vids for personal use in promoting it's stream instead.
Well if Sebastion did turn out to be neural fried or brain dead then maybe Quirrel would sell it, but it didn't think it would come to that, and so it put all of the new messages in the trash with a smile and couldn't wait for the plethora of complaints that would pour in soon, Quirrel would make a montage of all of them to further promote the upcoming stream.
With it's smile growing even bigger revealing more teeth by the second Quirrel sauntered towards its viewing panels while looking forward to everything that would be coming soon.