[b][color=silver]Prometheus[/color][/b]

Prometheus immediately moved in front of Margaret, looking her over, pressing his fingers against the outside of her wrist, and shining a penlight from his index finger at her eyes. Once he was done with his examination, he moved to his desk and cleared a space, sitting down in his chair.

[color=silver]"The good news is your life support is keeping you in perfect health,"[/color] He started as if they had already been talking for a while, [color=silver]"The bad news is I'm not going to be around as often for a week or more to check on you. Remember that if anything goes wrong, you can always call me."[/color]

He closed his eyes and connected to the lab's network, mentally reviewing a specific set of blueprints he'd been tweaking.

[color=silver]"Tell me, Margaret, have you experimented with the equipment I made you?"[/color]