[Nah. It's not a bump.]
I'm curious what Dr. Kovacs has to do with all this.
"Dr. Odon Kovacs has been working at the hospital ever since he finished his studies in medicine at the University of Bucharest. He has specialized in subconscious mind control and behavioral sciences, and went to work on psychiatric hospital subjects."
In C:47, when you talk with him, the conversation always (well, at least here) goes like this:
Dr. Kovacs: Hello and welcome to you, Mr. Rieper - how may I assist you?
47: That depends - are you the only Dr. Kovacs here?</string>
Dr. Kovacs: Yes, I am.</string>
47: Hey... I recognize you - you were the one with the needle.
Dr. Kovacs: It wasn't me - I was hardly involved in the experiments. It was Professor Ort-Meyer, who was in charge - yes, yes, he's the one to blame, not me!
<Runs like little girl>
However, resources give another line:
47: In that case, I regret to inform you that your license to practice is about to be revoked.
Dr. Kovacs: Please - I haven't done anything to harm you - but it wasn't that painful, was it? C'mon we are all part of the team!
47 In that case, I regret to inform you that your license to practice is about to be revoked.
Dr. Kovacs: Oh... no... please no! I... I... I recognize you now. It's you! You're back - oh, the Professor has been so worried about not being able to contact you!
47: I believe I recognize you too. You - you were the one with the needle!
(And a line, nothing to do with this post. From 47.
"This is so familiar and so spooky. I have this feeling of deja vu. And I'm not even supposed to have feelings. I should concentrate on the target and stop worrying."
He has some feelings, so it seems.)
I saw a letter with this text:
Hong Kong 11/08/89
My good Professor,
We are growing impatient with you and this damn project! We're spending a fortune on this undertaking and we want to know the status. If you only have one trained man I'll say that you have been a failure. We will not tolerate deceit or failure! Show us results soon!
Blood and Muscle,
The Camp 13/12/89
I understand your troubles, but I have grown so tired of this whole thing. I will allow you one year to show me real results. I want my share soon. I want 47 to be mine. I don't know weather I'll carve him up and just use his organs or unleash him upon the land. A new heart might allow me to indulge my tastes even more.
Bottom line: Either you produce a new model for me within a year or our little friend is mine. Rumors from your staff are that you already have version 48 fully-grown and hidden in your basement!
Deliver the goods and you will have my riches and loyalty... otherwise YOUR BLOOD WILL BE SPILLED.
Perhaps is this why you kill those 4 men. Ort-Meyer has one trained man, 47, and is afraid he gets problems (As in: get killed) if they find out. So, he kills them.
If someone is interested in all the letters that are in C: 47... I can place them here.
And this is something under the resourcename "Intro speak > Hitman":
I'm a killer, and I always have been. They say once you taste blood, it changes you forever – I wouldn't know, 'cause it's been part of my diet since day one. What is worth killing for, you might ask? I wouldn't know, 'cause I never had any other choice. I have always followed orders. I'm taking another man's life – all I can say is, it's both easier and more difficult than you might imagine. So this is my life – and what is life? Religion offers very simple answers - science offers new possibilities. Did we indeed rise out of that primeval goo by coincidence, or are we the result of divine intervention? If you take the religious stand, Man was made at the end of a week's hard work, and God was pretty tired. Imperfections, flaws, weaknesses, vulnerability - that's the price we pay for being the last item on the assembly line. No matter which version is right - if you can improve on this prototype, that not even evolution has perfected yet, by means of science - create a sharper original in stead of this sloppy copy, this mortal coil - why not? Ask yourself - what's worth living for? A lot. What's worth dying for, then? Not a lot. So if you had the choice, it wouldn't be that hard, would it? It would be worth killing for, wouldn't it? Life is a blessing, but death can be a friend - there's always a price to pay. In nature there's neither good nor bad, right or wrong - there are only consequences. Not so long ago, a few able scientists were willing to assume the cape of the creator, delve deep into this creational abyss to find the secrets, to stretch the known boundaries, to create life - they could not foresee the consequences...
Edited by Rwesterh, 27 April 2007 - 03:15 PM.