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Life, Dr. Holt. The triumph of humanity's relentless fight against death.
| borzo | 06/24/25 |
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Date: June 24th, 2025 5:34 PM Author: borzo [The Ambassador Hotel kitchen, June 5, 1968. Robert F. Kennedy lies prone, blood pooling behind his right ear. A clutch of anxious doctors crouch over him, fumbling and stricken with panic. Abruptly, the room trembles, a brilliant beam of pure white-blue light saturates the kitchen, freezing everyone in place, jaws slackened. Out of the blinding glow steps an elite neurotrauma care team, clad in sleek, gleaming suits marked "United States Medical Corps, Mars Division, Year 2145". They move with the precise, practiced coordination of veteran soldiers.]
LEAD SURGEON (calmly, authoritative) Clear the area immediately! Stand aside and let us work!
[The stunned 1960s physicians gape, stumbling backward in confusion and awe.]
DOCTOR ABO (stammering) Who—who are you? What is this?
LEAD SURGEON We’re medical reinforcements from the future. Move now, or lose him forever.
[The team swiftly surrounds Kennedy, establishing a rapid perimeter. Two members deploy a small drone-like device, which instantly casts a precise volumetric hologram above Kennedy’s skull, showing a detailed cross-section of his brain, bullet fragments, and hemorrhagic bleeding clearly delineated.]
NEUROTECH SPECIALIST Intracranial scans complete. Bullet trajectory mapped. Severe disruption of cerebellum and occipital lobe. Petrous sinus rupture confirmed.
LEAD SURGEON Initiate immediate neurosomatic stabilization protocol. Deploy neurostemgrowthfactor augment kit, now!
[A compact case clicks open, emitting a low hum as a slim applicator is precisely guided by robotic assistance to Kennedy’s wound. The device sprays a shimmering mist of nanoparticles loaded with genetically-engineered neurostemgrowthfactor directly onto the exposed brain tissue, instantaneously arresting tissue degradation.]
BIOENGINEER Neurostem infusion active. Tissue regrowth initiating. ICP stabilizing.
TRAUMA SPECIALIST Initiating rapid hypothermic cerebroprotection. Core brain temperature dropping to target 32 degrees Celsius.
[A subtle cryogenic beam bathes Kennedy’s head, swiftly reducing cerebral inflammation. Kennedy’s breathing stabilizes under carefully managed, automated ventilation administered by an autonomous micro-ventilator seamlessly integrated into a translucent mask that molds itself perfectly to his features.]
DOCTOR HOLT (awed) Dear God, what technology is this?
LEAD SURGEON Life, Dr. Holt. The triumph of humanity's relentless fight against death.
NEUROTECH SPECIALIST Cerebral edema fully arrested. Bone and bullet fragments vaporizing now.
[The fragments glow momentarily before dissolving harmlessly, absorbed by specialized microbots.]
BIOENGINEER Reconstructing neural architecture. Deploying axonal reconnection filaments.
[Hundreds of microscopic, glowing filaments weave through the wound, rapidly reconnecting severed neurons, restoring intricate neural networks.]
TRAUMA SPECIALIST Cortical and cerebellar functionality restored. Hemorrhage fully contained and repaired.
[The hologram shifts from red to green indicators, signaling recovery.]
LEAD SURGEON (quietly commanding) Wake him.
[A brief, carefully measured pulse of neurostimulation moves through Kennedy’s cortex. His eyes flicker open, initially hazed, then clear, luminous with renewed consciousness.]
KENNEDY (softly, clearly) What…happened?
LEAD SURGEON (gently) Welcome back, Senator Kennedy. History waits for no man, but today it waited for you.
[Kennedy slowly sits up, stunned but fully aware. Around him, astonishment ripples outward among the gathered crowd. Doctors fall to their knees, weeping openly in reverence, overwhelmed by the miracles of an impossible future now made real.]
DOCTOR ABO (barely audible, trembling) How…how can this be?
LEAD SURGEON Because, doctor, human determination never bows to fate. Now rise and witness hope restored.
[The team steps back respectfully as Kennedy stands, strength visibly returning to his limbs. The Ambassador Hotel kitchen—once a chamber of despair—has become the site of mankind’s audacious victory over mortality.] |