| I Hope They Don’t Notice | How Do I Hide This? |

| I Hope They Don’t Notice | How Do I Hide This? |

Every case of Connectifia Abortus is unique. No two victims share the exact same set of symptoms. It almost feels personalized. Malicious.

Middlesea Hospital’s new Intern, despite being unable to connect to anyone in any meaningfully human way, has fully immersed themself in their work. The patients are of their utmost priority, and their coworkers aren’t far behind. Every clash with Connectifia leads to side effects that only grow stronger with time, but does that matter when there’s patients to treat? Lives to save? Any good person would keep on pushing. Besides, every moment in Middlesea is a moment where they mean something. After all, they’re the only one who can do what they do.

Does it shock anyone, then, when even their dreams feel like waking nightmares? Every fiber of their being is inseparable from their work. They are the perfect machine. They do not get to rest. Every night they jolt to life strapped with wires into a metal cage, and they absolutely cannot let anybody know.

TLDR my Intern inverts the “robot slowly becoming more human” trope. Connectifia has permanently intwined them with the Rhythm Doctor Program, and it’ll likely only keep getting worse. When trapped in the machine, there is no video feed, as there is nothing to show.