"Most people live in a humdrum world," Rogan says. He is perhaps twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and thin: the typical bookworm type that your research department so frequently attracts. "Those who don't—those who know about demons, and aliens—often say that MetaHuman blurs the line of what's acceptable. They say we go too far in changing the human form—and worse, we sell those changes. We'll transform anyone who can pay for it." He shakes his head. "Me, I don't agree with that. I believe in MetaHuman. We are pushing forward evolution itself, giving humanity greater and greater power over its future. The great challenge that remains is what to do with that power…"
It strikes you that he's almost talking to himself rather than you. He trails off, so you prompt him. "And yet you stole that power. You gave yourself Enhancements, without authorization."
"I wanted to be one of the decision-makers," he says. "I wanted to shape this world into a better place. But with these Enhancements, I'm…unstable. My moods…" He trails off a few moments, then fixes you with a hard stare. "This power isn't for everybody. Perhaps the ability to gain this power legitimately, that's the first test of worthiness. Only a few people—people like you—deserve these abilities. As for me…now, I'm just something unnatural."
"These Enhancements aren't unnatural. You of all people should know that the science that underpins them is—"
But he shouts at you then, cutting you off. "No? Do you think it's normal that I can do this?"
His mouth presses into a tight line as he concentrates, then, and you ready yourself for whatever Enhancement-powered attack may come.
But nothing happens. After a few seconds, Rogan lets out a disturbing giggle. "My God…my mind is so messy. I can't even…"
He trails off.