14th October, 9 am.
Oct. 14th, 2012 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
therealpm*Peter works his way quietly through yet another brief, occasionally stopping to flick the fringe out of his eyes. His hair is far too long by now and it's beginning to annoy him.
The TV screen in the corner is on, but remains carefully blank. The Machine takes pains not to be visible when a guard might be peering through the door unless Peter specifically requests an answer. Last night had been their longest uninterrupted conversation since the programming of the doppelganger. Peter had guessed (correctly) that none of his guards would wish to miss The Thick of It, and so he'd had a whole half hour to talk with his creation.
Peter being Peter, this had mostly involved a set of detailed instructions on what The Machine should do if the 'cure' killed him, and a request to both monitor and if possible, strategically intervene in the care pathway of Peter's two victims. They were too far away for The Machine to do anything directly of course, but all patient records are computerised these days and overstressed doctors tend not to notice slight alterations to a patient's records or prescriptions when they've got another few dozen to manage as well.
The Machine tells him they're doing better and that LaGarde seems to be doing her best to make Osborne miserable. It helps. A little.*
The TV screen in the corner is on, but remains carefully blank. The Machine takes pains not to be visible when a guard might be peering through the door unless Peter specifically requests an answer. Last night had been their longest uninterrupted conversation since the programming of the doppelganger. Peter had guessed (correctly) that none of his guards would wish to miss The Thick of It, and so he'd had a whole half hour to talk with his creation.
Peter being Peter, this had mostly involved a set of detailed instructions on what The Machine should do if the 'cure' killed him, and a request to both monitor and if possible, strategically intervene in the care pathway of Peter's two victims. They were too far away for The Machine to do anything directly of course, but all patient records are computerised these days and overstressed doctors tend not to notice slight alterations to a patient's records or prescriptions when they've got another few dozen to manage as well.
The Machine tells him they're doing better and that LaGarde seems to be doing her best to make Osborne miserable. It helps. A little.*
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Date: 2012-10-14 01:46 pm (UTC)I understand, as I am sure Sally will. We will do all we can to facilitate your wishes. I will have to check the rota again and so on, but it should be manageable.
Is there anything else, or shall I leave you to your work now?
(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-14 01:51 pm (UTC)I will write a new Will today and will need two witnesses- preferably two of the deputy speakers as none of them are beneficiaries, to sign it. Should I be deemed human at time of death, there is little else you need to do. If I am not deemed human, I would prefer that you follow the provisions in the Will, although they obviously will not be legally binding.
I think that is all for now.
(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-14 01:55 pm (UTC)I'll see to that.
Would you like another pot of tea or have you had your fill for now?
(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-14 01:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-14 02:01 pm (UTC)I'll return once I've dealt with your requests.
*John leaves Peter to his work.*
(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-14 02:29 pm (UTC)'I, Peter Mandelson of'
he pauses. He can hardly put down the cell as his address. Besides, if he becomes human he will regain posession of his old house, won't he? Or does it stay with John?
'Probably no point worrying about it, I'm going to be dead anyway'.
He writes in the address for his house at Regent's park.
'...revoke all former testamentary dispositions made by me and declare this to be my last will...'
He sets his jaw.
'I hope John abides by this. George isn't getting a damned thing if I have any say in it.'*