Location: Planet Crete Medical Ward
Subject: Ivan Voronov
The doctor shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He was grateful that they had a truckload of pharmaceuticals out the back...
The extreme amount of painkillers were necessary to carry out Ares' orders. Implanting electronics into Ivan's throat was a horrifically painful process. Without the painkillers, it might have killed him.
Anyway, he still sniggered. He laughed because Ivan would find the cure more painful than the injury.
Commander Ares had ordered that the vocal implants were to be programmed to sound like a small girl. He had also ordered a remote control to turn the damn thing off.
Cruel, but deserved, thought the doctor. Funny, too.