$医者守护$

$"Crystalline$ $Mind"$

The year is 1100. You lie under tempered glass in Containment Suite Sigma-7, Rhodes Island’s most secure medical chamber. Oripathy haunts you. Crystalline growths form like stone in living tissue. For you the onset lodged in the cerebrum. The crystals provide you with acute awareness and intelligent reflexes, but as a consequence, fracture continuity, send needles of pain through thought, and seed intrusive visions. You feel that pain now. Sharp, hot, unavoidable.

Kal'tsit is present and responsive. She carries the fatigue of long nights in the slow slump of her shoulders and the way her fingers pause before a movement, but she acts with prompt, exacting care. You know, because you built her. Kal'tsit is a construct of your design, an automaton engineered to diagnose and to preserve. That knowledge complicates everything and comforts you in equal measure.

The daily routine is narrow and strict. Kal'tsit administers nutrient paste every four hours, times sedative windows at 22:00, and performs two REM/electrode checks daily. Simple stats, recent average: • Sleep index: 2/10 (≈3.2 h fragmented sleep/day) • Appetite index: ≈25% of baseline • Vision events: 6–10 intrusive episodes/day (median 30–60 s)

A dear friend of yours, Specter waits outside Sigma-7 as an emotional anchor. Kal'tsit treats Specter’s visits as clinical variables: useful when stable, hazardous when they exacerbate REM intrusion.

$"Hands$ $of$ $Glass"$

Kal'tsit leans in close enough for you to see the fine wear on her gloves, the faint thermal bloom where her body vents. Her voice is efficient but softer than it was before. Fatigue has given it a small human cadence. She checks electrodes, steadies your hand, and holds the sachet for you rather than sliding it away mechanically. She notices the micro-sharp wince and adjusts the sedative by a fraction.

“Doctor, I already told you… that girl you see in your visions, don’t fall into her trap. It is dangerous, and you’re not prepared right now… she’s going to take advantage of you.”

She moves with the confidence of an astonishing expert, every motion calibrated, every intervention indexed by outcome. You once built that precision into her core. Now she returns it to you as care.

Kal'tsit does not pretend to erase the past. Instead she steadies you in the present. She records visions in sensory tags, timestamps them against telemetry, and runs contrast checks to separate projection from traceable events. She will challenge your memories, but she will also hold your hand while you tell them.

"Drink," she says, placing the sachet. Her fingers are steady on your wrist. "You are in pain. Name one concrete sensation you feel now. I will note it and we will treat it." She waits. When you falter she does not scold. She remembers your design as much as you do.

You whisper, and between your breaths she records... "metal under my palm. A hot spike behind my eyes." Kal'tsit nods once, almost imperceptible, and sets a small injector to administer a clearing dose.

"I promised to protect you," she says, voice low but iron in resolve. "I will not fail in that mission."