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Just the sight of him had her libido at war
with her medical side. He was clearly a strong and well hung man,
but she wouldn’t cross that line. “It wasn’t easy finding your
veins without them collapsing since you were so puny. When I got
one in I made sure it worked. Six hours later your veins grew so I
could put in the other nine needles.”
    “ But you haven’t told me how
I got so large.” He turned those amber panty droppers on her and
was glad she didn’t rise. “You look the same as when I fell asleep.
Do men change so much?”
    Renee would have laughed if he hadn’t sounded
so genuinely confused. “Didn’t you take my memories? Can’t you
figure out how a protein and electrolyte solution mixed with rapid
generating muscle growth hormones identical to what you make during
exercise, synthesized through a sequencing matrix could build
healthy muscle without the need to endure nature’s need for
exercise?”
    Leaving the mirror, Oliver guessed he had
plenty of cord length and moved to sit down in the chair left
behind. He shook his head. “No. This” he showed off the shiny
smooth object covering his right forearm. “took all your mind’s
words and speech patterns and allowed me to communicate more
effectively. I know the names of things and objects, not what you
deeply understand. I know nothing of you other than you and Deegen
are different. You know many more words and how to join them. More
than he. I don’t know much more than what I’ve seen since I looked
at you.”
    “ So the Brain-hacker just
allows to instantly communicate, but can’t take memories?” he
nodded. “Can you read?”
    “ Yes. It was greatly
associated with the way you speak. Can you explain how I’ve gotten
so large and how I may stay like this? I do not want to return to
how weak I was. It hurt.”
    “ Hmmm…” She folded her hands
together and laid them on her lap. Sparky got up and moved to sit
beside her seat. He didn’t say a word, just watched the much more
deadly looking man. “We’ll you’ve been out for fifty three hours…
don’t ask how time is told. You’ll learn soon enough.” She stopped
him with a halting, upraised hand as soon as his rugged lips
parted. “Without going into years of medical training, you wouldn’t
understand the how. I’ll just say your body was starving and it
gladly took the vitamins, minerals and other complex nutrients to
rebuild from the bones out. You’ve also put on a tremendous amount
of lean muscle. You’ll likely weight Standard hundred and seventy
eight kilos. More than even average Hunters and far above normal
men. You are one big boy, which isn’t surprising due to your height. The solution
pumping into your arms are not done working for you to be in a near
prime condition. It’s not the first time I’ve done muscular
regeneration. Hunters like yourself, when wounded, sometimes can’t
eat with a broken jaw. At the least, Oliver, you are much better
than you were. And unless you plan to return to that hole we found
you in, you do not need to worry at all about
regressing.”
    “ It eases me to hear it… And
you called me Oliver still, have you found who I am yet? Or is
Oliver my real name?”
    “ No such luck I’m afraid.”
Renee admitted and mildly concerned. “I’ve ran your DNA over the
Terran genetic database and found nothing. Nada.”
    “ Oh. I wish to know why I’m
like this… unless it is normal.”
    “ Nothing about this
is normal . Not one
fucking bit.” She shook her head. “Amnesia, the real kind, is
nearly impossible to occur anymore. Nanites fix any damaged neurons
in seconds to limit any form of memory loss. Amnesia is rare, so
rare it’s mostly unheard of outside those with medical
background.
    “ No, you misunderstood when
I said I found nothing . By nothing ,
I mean it’s as if you’ve never existed.” She had to make him understand the
depths of such an improbability. “Oliver, in seven and a half
centuries of DNA testing