[Chilton thought of the beautiful, passionate Christine Stanford. She was elegant and poised and kinky -- and, as Chilton eventually discovered, highly psychopathic. Possessive and vindictive and violent, she had used Abel Gideon to torture Chilton nearly to death.
He thought of Danger, the exquisite artificial intelligence who was struggling with her newly found humanity. She had been so powerful and malleable, and the first promising subject since Gideon himself. She had tried to contain Chilton, she had succeeded in surveying his every move and heartbeat and body fluid regulation for months. Possessive, insecure, gorgeous Danger. She was the patient who had lived up to her namesake.
And then, Doctor Karla Sofen. The woman he had provoked into nearly scrambling his brains, the woman who had flown him into the Atlantic. It was a complicated relationship -- the honeymoon period came after those death threats, paradoxically. But she had some understanding of him, and he of her.
But those were just the girlfriends. Just the shortlist of off-world threats. But nothing would ever compare to one man that Chilton had allowed much too close.]
If I can survive Hannibal Lecter -- [A beat. Nostalgia had done him no favors, and now that name slipped through.]
... Anyway. You understand why I can't disregard you as a threat, Walt -- take it as a compliment. [Chilton didn't have the same hackles-raising qualms about perceived threats to contrast amicable working environments as most might. The man's profession typically allowed both to swarm together.] I agree that there's little immediate reason as to why we can't play nicely, however. I've got what I wanted [aka Walt himself.], and you have your restraining order.
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[Chilton thought of the beautiful, passionate Christine Stanford. She was elegant and poised and kinky -- and, as Chilton eventually discovered, highly psychopathic. Possessive and vindictive and violent, she had used Abel Gideon to torture Chilton nearly to death.
He thought of Danger, the exquisite artificial intelligence who was struggling with her newly found humanity. She had been so powerful and malleable, and the first promising subject since Gideon himself. She had tried to contain Chilton, she had succeeded in surveying his every move and heartbeat and body fluid regulation for months. Possessive, insecure, gorgeous Danger. She was the patient who had lived up to her namesake.
And then, Doctor Karla Sofen. The woman he had provoked into nearly scrambling his brains, the woman who had flown him into the Atlantic. It was a complicated relationship -- the honeymoon period came after those death threats, paradoxically. But she had some understanding of him, and he of her.
But those were just the girlfriends. Just the shortlist of off-world threats. But nothing would ever compare to one man that Chilton had allowed much too close.]
If I can survive Hannibal Lecter -- [A beat. Nostalgia had done him no favors, and now that name slipped through.]
... Anyway. You understand why I can't disregard you as a threat, Walt -- take it as a compliment. [Chilton didn't have the same hackles-raising qualms about perceived threats to contrast amicable working environments as most might. The man's profession typically allowed both to swarm together.] I agree that there's little immediate reason as to why we can't play nicely, however. I've got what I wanted [aka Walt himself.], and you have your restraining order.