Not having actually thought that far, Herbert pauses a moment, blinking.
"Weh-hell, being a triumph of science is purpose enough in itself," he says, and he believes that but he can tell it won't be enough.
"I require assistance in my work," he says abruptly, "and you...are a necromancer--unreliable now, in your...rot, as you say." Control is nothing. He has to ferry Dan along constantly as he listens to his damned girlfriend and other limited, simple obstacles to scientific progress. He steps closer again, hand on the chair's back as he moves around it.
"My usual...collaborator did not accompany me here, my work progresses faster with. Assistance. Your knowledge of death made more effective by my reconstructed serum would make you a valuable colleague--if. You allow yourself to be remade."
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"Weh-hell, being a triumph of science is purpose enough in itself," he says, and he believes that but he can tell it won't be enough.
"I require assistance in my work," he says abruptly, "and you...are a necromancer--unreliable now, in your...rot, as you say." Control is nothing. He has to ferry Dan along constantly as he listens to his damned girlfriend and other limited, simple obstacles to scientific progress. He steps closer again, hand on the chair's back as he moves around it.
"My usual...collaborator did not accompany me here, my work progresses faster with. Assistance. Your knowledge of death made more effective by my reconstructed serum would make you a valuable colleague--if. You allow yourself to be remade."