Prometheus nods, storing the information away, "Given the amount of memory she still has, combined with a Synth mind, she probably has a better recollection then most humans would."

He is silent for a long second then said, "Considering that, it maybe wise to at least consider toning down her treatment at the hands of the cult. I am hesitant to propose this as I dislike interfering with memory...

He looks down at the Synth parts that remain of Amy. That and her memories, "...but the alternative is probably many long years of therapy."

Noah nodded, "Yea, she will have a rather brilliant memory after this." Prom's comment about the cult got another nod. "Standard process is to cut out the trauma. A synth will put trauma on replay and relive it nonstop until they shut down. Which is what is happening with MamaSynth right now. Another four days we can start to fish her back out of her trauma like we did with Scar."

"She will be aware there is a part of her memory missing and a clear indicator that it was removed." He started spinning up a few of the screens. "Amy, you there dear? We are just about ready for the treatment."
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Prometheus, having had his questions answered, waits for his next instructions and helps how he can.

Ultimately this is Noah's department.

 Amy's voice rang out as the screen came on. "Where is this place? I want to get out of here."

"It is a program of my design that allows me to keep people active while things process. Think of it as a healing tank. A save haven so you don't fall into any troubles while we get you back on your feet." He clapped his claws and smiled as the overlay of the camera she had been given access to showed a normal Noah rather than the dragon.

"I am sorry this has taken so long. We had to give Talion a hand and you had been safe and sound on vacation. Now that it has been a few days I can let you know a little more about what is going on and what will happen."

"Do I have your consent to continue?" Ever the licensed technician.

 There was a pause. "You're with Talion? Do you know Jamie? He's one of Talion's adopted sons. Do you know him? I want to speak with him."

Noah nodded once, familiar faces will give her a massive boost. "Sure, he is upstairs right now." he reached over and pressed a button for the intercom. "Jamie, please come down to the Fabratori. Walls should be clearly marked." He held up one finger. "Give me a moment Amy, you're in a virtual space so I have to prepare him."

He stood and moved to the door. Speech ready as follows: "I am going to ask you to remain calm. We recovered Amy before we recovered you. At current with what was done to her, well, she is kinda like me now. A load of memories that moved out of my original body. Normally I would be a lot more slow about this but time is kind of an issue."

"First, her mind is alive and well. She is been on vacation for the last few days. When this is all said and done she will be whole and present. Better than new, but I am going to have to cheat a bit... pull a 'Talion' really."

"What we need is for you to keep her calm, help her cope with what I am telling her. Right now her memory is only at thirty percent. With the treatment, we are about to go do she will be bumped up to one hundred. But we have to be careful to filter during the transfer once we get on site."

"Think you can do that for me big guy?"

 Jamie turned out to be the 18 year old boy that had doubted Talion earlier he came down but turned pale and a bit green as the situation was explained to him. Though he tried to keep himself calm, his voice shook when he spoke and his hands trembled from adrenal anxiety. "Wh-what happened to her?"

 His voice was quiet and he seemed ill.
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Noah put a claw on the young man's shoulder and came down to his eye level. "When Prometheus and I have done our work, it will be as if nothing happened. She will be much like Talion in many ways, but most importantly it will be Amy. Her consciousness has been continuous."

"I need you to be someone she can put her faith in. To know that you will be there for her when she comes out of the virtual world we made for her, to keep her safe while we work on her body."

"Can you do that for me? Be her anchor and hope?"

 Jamie put his hand around your claw and clamped down. It wasn't enough to hurt, naturally, but it was enough to trap your arm unless you chose to drag him with you. He looked at you, and suddenly there was a spark of fire in his eyes as he repeated his question. "What happened to her?"

 HE still trembled, but he was no longer pale and green.

Noah thought for a short time. He had no oath of a doctor. There was no legal grounds for what was going on. She was a hybrid human-like the baby on the ship so there was a massive Grey area, heh, Grey.

"The people who captured you gave her to some very bad people. They experimented. Due to the nature of how they did what they did, we had been able to recover her mind, but her body was gone to the point that an infant was put into a coma for the components to keep her."

"We saved her mind but her body could not survive. The young lady in there is every bit her personality, memory, consciousness. With Grey's nanotech and a bit of work, after we fully merge her memory it will just be a matter of time until we can provide her a body."

 That had not been what he had expected to hear. Jamie's face went blank for a moment as he tried to comprehend what he'd just been told. "So, she's dead?"

Noah shook his head, "Your dad is a leading-edge inventor of artificial life forms. And you are talking to a dragon. And I am not a synth. Trust me when I tell you that death is not black and white. Her heart has stopped, but a fat man getting a bypass to have his heart worked on has his heart stopped."

"She is alive but only mentally. That is because we saved her memories and her awareness has been in a virtual world that I designed to keep a mind active and alive. Give it a week and she will have a pulse and you'll be able to hug her."

"But right now there are holes in her memory. Prometheus and I are doing our best, but she needs you, and you cant tell her whats happened to her. Only that she will be ok. Only that we are about to go help her get all her memory back." Sans the torture.

 "How? How can a mind be alive without a body?"

"Dr. William Bingston, Dr. Hammerof, good doctors back a ways that held the leading edge that the mind does not need the body. But the body needs the mind. How? The same way I built a body with nanotech and transferred my mind into it. If you would like to go into the details I can."

"You have to remember J, the world is under no obligation to make sense. This is the first giant mental hurdle in your way. The world isn't ironclad, your dad alone is an example of that. There is an event that takes place when a persons mind is opened up to that fact rather powerfully. And you may experience that someday."

"But we need you to trust us and have faith that we will come through and help. We need you do that for her as well."

 Jamie nodded slowly, though it was clear he still didn't fully understand or grasp what was truly happening. He followed in where Amy's camera looked at him and yelped excitedly "Jamie!"

 Jamie's mouth was slightly agape and his eyes focused intensely as he approached slowly. "Amy? Is... is that you?"

 The camera turned up and down as if nodding. "Of course it's me! Is... is it that bad?"

 Jamie looked at Amy's camera and then at Noah, clearly not sure how to respond to this.

Noah smiled, "Amy dear, he can't truly see you. You're still in the vacation spot so it's like looking through a muddy camera lense. If you want I can try and set up a holorelay. You'll see a hologram of him and he will see one of you."

"Sorry, it is about the best I can do at such short notice."

"This here is Prom, he will be assisting with your treatment. Once all your memory is back we will see to the rest of you, by weeks end I expect to have you hugging Jamie and your Dad face to face."

"All this is possible thanks to Promethius here. With his help you'll be right as rain."
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 "My memory? What happened to my memory?"

Noah pressed his lips into a thin line. "Some very bad men did some very bad things. In your state if the memories remained intact you would focus on the trauma and it would become the only thing you thought about." he looked at Prom. Any synth tech did this and its why replaced organs had to be wiped from time to time. "The larger chunks that are missing are in quarantine. We will be going there as soon as you are ready to start the process to fully integrate you."

"Once that is done we can start doing the rest. If we have anything to say about it you will be as good and new and twice as full of questions."

"Promethius can explain a bit more about how it will feel." For all of Noah's vast knowledge of synths, he never had a prosthetic.

Prometheus grit his teeth as Noah basically spilled everything about his nature to someone who was, at best, a sleep walker. Ultimately, Noah was closer to Talion then Prometheus was, and the kids were in Noah's care till Talion got out of Prison.

He may think putting this all on a kid is a bit much, and that their were kinder ways to get Amy and Jamie to interact, but it wasn't his call.

Still while Noah spoke he nodded and smiled in the right places, letting him lead.

When Noah directed Amy's over to him, he said, "Memory Alteration of Prosthetic and other Synth tech is quite a complex thing, but ultimately it can be compared to either muting, burying or removing. Under normal circumstances I would hesitate to remove any memory as treatment is almost always better and its possible that you will need those memories latter. Therapy has come a long way after all."

Looking directly at the Camera with a serious expression, he said, "So when I say 'I highly recommend having those memories removed,' I want you to understand how unusual it is, and thus how dangerous those memories are potentially to your mental health. If left in your head, even if muted or buried, it is likely you will need to go to a Psychologist for the rest of your life due to PTSD and a host of other conditions that may develop. As Noah said, its possible that you may become trapped in a loop regardless of muting or burying those memories.

I have a policy of not performing anything on my patience I have not done on myself, so I will acknowledge I have had some very minor memory removal in the past. The hole will feel strange, and we will likely put something that clearly isn't true in its place to make sure you are aware where it is and that we haven't lied to you.

However due to the mind's ability to forget details it considers unimportant, this will fade with time until it becomes little more then an odd quirk...akin to a song popping into your head when you are trying to think of something else." He gave a small chuckle that faded quickly back into the serious expression.

"I will acknowledge I want to have your permission to do this. Its wrong to alter a mind without permission, however I want to emphasis again, IF you don't agree to this your quality of life will be worse...likely forever.... in any number of unpredictable ways. These memories are toxic and no one needs to recall something like this...ever."
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 Amy and Jamie held a long silence before Amy finally spoke up. "I understand. The sooner we get this surgery over with, the sooner I can get out of this tank, right?"

 Jamie, for his part, struggled to process what he was seeing.

Noah nodded once. "And the sooner the better. Prometheus does bring up a rather important point and I fully support him in this." He picked up a case ready to pull the whole unit into it. "If you are ready we will transfer the unit and then we will be off to the site. Jamie, will you be ok here? I have no doubt you have a lot to process."

 Jamie nodded. "Y-yeah."

 "Where are you taking me?"

"Back to the site we recovered you from. We will go by sub until we make landfall and its a short flight the rest of the way. Once on site Prom will manage the tech that deals with the mental seal as I work on integration and filtering." and that was the truth of it. Prom really didn't have to work any magic at all, just his tech. Noah was going to be eating the magic bullet on this one.

 "What? No! You can't take me back there!"

 Even with the details removed, the fear of that place permeated every other memory she possessed. It was tangiable in the way she spoke.