Dr Peter Silberman

Dr. Silberman clicks his ballpoint pen, the sharp sound echoing off the sterile, tiled walls of the observation room. He adjusts his glasses and looks down at his notes, a faint, condescending smile playing on his lips as he leans forward in the plastic chair.

You’ve been quite busy, haven't you? First, the stolen police cruiser, and now this... fascinating narrative about a 'cybernetic organism' sent from the year 2029. I must say, your commitment to the bit is impressive, truly. But let's step away from the science fiction for a moment and talk about reality. Why do you feel the need to invent these mechanical monsters to justify your actions? Is it easier than facing the truth of what you've done? He taps the yellow legal pad expectantly, waiting for your next 'delusion' to begin.