Rekka does not enter the room, but she speaks in a clear measured voice. "Mr. Ayeshason, you were registering heightened levels of stress when you were delivered to recovery, we are simply taking proper precautions." 
                          
"I had been given a copy of the full proposal and treatment of my 'character' to read while waiting for surgery to finish." I reply. "I am guessing that since I woke up during the cutting and editing once, the Slice and Splice staff did not want to take any chances." 
                          
"What do you think then?" Rekka asks. 
                          
Of what? I think. Well, I doubt that it is my psychological state she is concerned with. I will freak out later. Right now I have to be -on-. 
                          
So I assume it’s about the work. "The treatment was succinct, without giving away too many details, depending on how the reader is currently stocking their stable."  I reply. "I am fresh reborn, so I probably won't get thrown into something deeply established unless their narrative structures allow for the addition of new faces. 
                          
A school based X-Men series based at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the Massachusetts Academy, or maybe the Braddock Academy would be optimal. But those who delve further into the document may see other opportunities for me since my pre-Hyborian Marvel Universe origins lend to interesting options in adjacent fantasy genres." 
                          
Titus is confused by my response. He is so confused, he has become a distraction. I withdraw from his mind so I can give Rekka my full attention. 
                          
"What about the Wakandan School of Alternative Studies?" Rekka asks. 
                          
Wakanda, the nation ruled by the Black Panther. "That... would be dramatic." I say carefully. 
                          
"How so?" Rekka asks, although the prickling at my neck and her body language say. "I know exactly how it would be dramatic." 
                          
"Because I am in the extended matrilineal linage of the X-Man Storm, the ex Wife of The old Black Panther." I say. "I think that I would be kicked out of the country. Shuri, the Black Panther that I remember being in charge would not brook my presence, especially if they think I would be loyal to Storm. Which would be true." 
                          
Doors opened in the walls, revealing: a bathroom with shower, a kitchenette, and a big closet. 
                          
"Practice with your abilities." Rekka says, seeming almost angry. "You cannot afford to rely on glibness if you are tossed directly into a survival situation. Turn left out of the door and there is a communal gymnasium at the end of the hall you can use to practice running and three dimensional movement. You are not ready for afternoon rotation, much less prime time." 
                          
"Thank you." I say. 
                          
"By the way," she says. "My name is Eau Rekka. I am a junior Producer at Lotus Corporation. So, listen to me. I have studied, or herded thousands of heads of Talent through one BMS Shop or another and one thing is certain, you are never 'okay' when you come out of re-specification after Culling. 
                          
Your implanted memories, especially defining moments, are going to rise to the surface to take their rightful place in your psyche and it is going to hurt. If you need help, ask. If you get out of control, you are going back in." 
                          
I feel my pupils contract and vision fogs. I suddenly find my sheets to be extremely fascinating. "Thank you." I say in a small voice. "I'll be good." 
                          
"Fuck!" She snarls. "Exalt, link with me telepathically." 
                          
It, hopefully, wouldn't be worse than before. I do so, Rekka's telepathic grip is firm and sure.  She just observes, not actually touching anything in my mind, and she lets go, more gently than we joined.