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A meeting with Doctor Ashford - sequel to A crawl to ego death

#nsfwtwt #medfet No sex/kink, just a discussion between two Doctors

Waiting outside Doctor Ashford's office is a stressful experience for anyone, despite how comfortably appointed the room is.

Her personal assistant taps away on her computer, before looking over to the timid waiting Doctor. "The Director will see you now."

Doctor Addams stands and steps over to the door. He takes a deep breath, gathering his focus. Pushing the door open, he steps inside.

The office is tastefully simple. Confortable at first glance, but somehow sinister if you let yourself linger. It feels like stepping into the lair of a waiting predator.

"Please have a seat Doctor Addams. I wanted to hear a progress update on Project Theseus. Your notes made it

sound quite promising, although I am concerned by the pace of your progress." Doctor Ashford closes a file on her perfectly neat desk. Her gaze settles on Dr Addams when he takes a seat, making the tall man feel a twang of anxiety.

"Yes, well. You see-ah, Dr Ashford." He stumbles over his words, before shifting his eyes to look anywhere besides his boss' debilitating gaze. While many in the facility knew her as Director, Dr Addams was observant to note the slight pleasure she seems to take from a more-

clinical title. "I believe that given time and some refinement, this may be a better option than our conventional memory replacement implants. On page 7 of my report you can see my cost-benefit analysis."

After waiting a moment for a response, he continues. "The chance of implant rejection, memories resurfacing, personality splitting, side effects, all of these could be reduced or eliminated by my techniques. Assuming I am allowed to perfect them, of course."

Doctor Ashford's gaze remains level, locked onto her employee. While not expressionless, her face betrays no sign of her inner thoughts, though she seems attentive to each and every word.

Doctor Addams continues, still looking anywhere except her eyes. "I'm already seeing-

progress in my patients. Yes, all of them still assert they are their old selves to varying degrees, but as my notes show they have begun to remember many details as we desire. Total acceptance, even to the point of their senses telling them differently, without the need for any-

surgery or implants."

"I believe that it is not only best for the wellbeing of our patients, but also our reputation as an institution. We are defined by our excellence, and every problem that requires further revisions is a stain on our record that I hope to eliminate."

Doctor Addams had practiced that part of his speech in the mirror several times. He's well aware that the reputation of the Ashford Institute is the reputation of Doctor Ashford herself. She prides herself on excellence. Nothing else is acceptable.

Several painful moments pass by, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, Doctor Ashford smiles warmly. "Very good, Doctor Addams. You have 3 months to finalise your work with the test group. I expect a report on how to streamline this process within a month, however."

With a flustered smile, Doctor Addams responds, "Thank you, thank you. I won't let you down."

"See that you don't. I admire the elegance of your work, but I do not care for wasting resources. Oh, one more thing. I'd like to meet one of your patients within the week. You may choose which. Speak to my assistant for my schedule. Good day, Doctor Addams."

Making his way out, Doctor Addams feels a sense of relief at the security of his project. His mind races through thoughts of how to accelerate the process, and which of his patients to meet the Director. They might not come back the same.