The Logician's Recovery Log [Reworking]

Dashwood Asylum was a strangely sterile place, even for a hospital. It's color scheme was based entirely around that of a hospital Gilchrist had gone to as a child when he needed stitched in his forehead. The floors were tiled white with a turquoise green boarder along the bottoms of the wall. The walls themselves were all a clean white. Unfortunately, Gilchrist didn't have enough money for custom made windows thick enough that a manic patient wouldn't be able to break them in a hysterical fit. So he had to make do with less than tall windows lining all the way along the top of the ceilings. He hated that he couldn't be more generous with the view of the outside, but he agreed with Lestrade that the fewer uncontrolled variables in the patients' lives, the better. Unfortunately, Equestria's supposed 'solution' to the darkness of the night was to provide candles. Gilchrist was hoping he could acquire magic lights over the night if not electrical, but it was later explained to him that magic is actually an expensive resource, and the reason places like Canterlot and larger cities like Manehattan have 24 hour lighting is that they either have access to more advanced technology, in the case of Manehattan, or they have a magic tax that goes towards the maintaining of many functions, as in Canterlot.

Not all the hallways held care units. There was one wing entirely for Unicorns, and one for both Earth Ponies and Pegasi. Herbert would be held in the unit with the Earth ponies, though he had an entirely individualized schedule to keep his contact with ponies to a minimum. Here is the time for his first scheduled sedation periods to give Lestrade some freedom to work.

Perpetual Wonder stood at the door to a long-term care unit. She was still unnerved by what she had heard of her employer's outburst. She had never thought of Herbert as the kind to actually hurt a pony, but she had indeed been told many times that the mind was a fickle thing and just the tiniest imbalance could unhinge it. Two pegasi orderlies stood at her side. She opened the door with her magic, as Gilchrist wanted this door specially designed so that it could only be opened with magic by sliding a lock mechanism within the door. He received some minor rebuff about the idea, as any unicorn whosoever could open the door with magic if they knew how, but as the highest authority figure here, him and his massive ego were gifted with the ability to say whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. However, Lestrade's cold self awareness provided Gilchrist with a kind of electric collar. It didn't stop him from saying stupid things, but it did give him a good kick in the head afterwards. He learned over time to be careful with how he treats his staff and to pay close attention to all of their opinions, but this time he needed everything to be exactly as he desired if his plan was to  be successful.

The lock moved out of place with a clunk sound, and Wonder pushed the door open and let it hit the wall lightly. From where Gilchrist sat on the floor, his head resting on his hands, he could only see the mare. He greeted her formally, just the slightest strain showing in his voice as he held it at a monotonous low pitch.

"Well good afternoon, young lady. I'm so glad someone has finally come to let me out. I can assure you, the problems I've been having are all resolved." He began getting to his feet, but then the nurse took a step back so the orderlies could make their way in. Gilchrist looked at them both for a short moment before shrieking. "You think you can keep me trapped in here? I'll kill all of you fucks!" He attempted to rush the orderlies, but the one on his left flapped his wings to give him a burst of speed to drag him to the ground.

A number of personalities glowered within Gilchrist's mind, among them LeVanna. *This is ridiculous... You all can't even keep up a simple act? I'll need to get creative to punish you.* They did not look to her as a figure of importance, and so disrespected her thus when spoken to like that. Screw you, you vile whore! You think you have any- No one questioned the fact that the Oboli who spoke out at LeVanna was ushered into silence as LeVanna began assaulting the naive thing. Somewhere in there, Lestrade attempted to avoid detection by the smaller beings. LeVanna was so focused on toying with them that she did not think to search the depths for her analytic enemy.

"Come now, Mr.Dashwood, hold still for the medicine now, alright?" Perpetual Wonder's voice came out soft and shyly, she had never dealt with a violent patient before. She wasn't frightened, but she did find it unnerving. The glare she received from the feral man being restrained wasn't very helpful. She administered to him a sedative by shoving the thing up his ass. They then left him there to adjust to the thing in his butt. It would dissolve slowly, meaning that he would be having sedative slowly absorbed into his bloodstream.

Less than an hour passed before the medicine began to take effect. Gilchrist found himself not getting very worn out. Not so much sleepy, but he felt no energy to do anything. He just lay there on his back and the personalities took on a sort of slackness. Lestrade held his place as a neutral presence in the mind until he felt himself  having difficulty to think.

...Print message: ... Holy shit dude, I'm so fucking tweaked. End. ...Proceeding with the bullshit, yo. Stereotyping complete. Proceeding with objective fulfillment. Lestrade began branching out through the mind. His slackened progress did not dissuade him, though it did result in some redundancies. He picked through memories, as the actual matrices would likely have been pruned due to lack of use. In there, he found a number of memories of Alpha's. It is not easy for a Logician to understand and read into the memories of a Manic. Here was his attempt.

Access: "New Buddy" As Lestrade read the points of data, line after line, he attempted to construct the memory in the form of a matrix. What he had not anticipated was the effects of the sedative interfering with his ability to construct and maintain the visual structure for analyzing. He had hoped he would retain the focus to support a matrix, but this was not the case. ... It would appear that, in hindsight, I made a miscalculation... I cannot store this information, due to the impairment set upon me by Limelight during the Pre-Quantum Period... I cannot simply call out to the medical staff, and ask for a weakening of the sedative... Activity on my part would appear suspicious. I must acquire these memories... If I cannot remember it, someone else can. New plan formulated. I wiill gather these codes piece by piece and spread them among any Logician personalities I can find floating around... Lestrade plan was to gather tiny bits of the code at a time, and implant it in the memory of the other Logician's in Gilchrist's mind. This way, he wouldn't need to compromise himself in order to construct this memory. He was uncertain how he would be able to establish a matrix without interference, but he knew better than to try planning too far ahead. That's a way to only stress one's self out.

Lestrade drifted through the soup of minor personalities, but slowly found that they were all becoming more and more active. Lestrade began to perceive his predicament, and so he rushed to withdraw from the area. As he drew into himself, he put himself into a loop. 1221,1221. 1221-1221. 1221,1221. 1221-1221. Lestrade did to himself what is the metaphysical equivalent of taking deep breaths to slow down your heart rate so that predators will not find you. He made himself into a static presence, alike to a dormant tree.

In short time, personalities began bumbling about. They immediately went into a torrent of agitation, fearful that if they allowed themselves to rest they would fall back into thoughtlessness. A couple childish Manics were toying with the Logicians, ones who lacked the ability to decide who to and who not to talk to. They would ask them paradoxical questions in an effort to frustrate them. The Oboli found themselves feeling starved for attention, Le`Vanna especially, being both Manic and Oboli.