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[gotgreenmagic]

Hey. So-called evil genuises. How's about a few basic rules?

1. No mind control.
2. No hive minds.
3. No clones. Wait. No genetic experiments of any kind.
4. No mystical whatever.  Especially if it's something you have to dig up from a dead culture.  It's dead for a reason, guys.
5. No robots.
6. No apocalyptic tech dork stuff.
7. Actually? Nothing with an 'off' switch.

And you know the handful of dorks and/or plucky save-the-world types who are inevitably going to ruin your day? Try to neutralise them before you execute your evil plan.

This is pretty elementary stuff, y'know.

[Private to McCoy]

So, Jimmy says you'll stab me if I don't show up at the ward. Should I be worried about you or him?

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Who the hell had that kind of technology in 2005? [That was still the damned stone age in his opinion. At least medically- couldn't even handle kidney dialysis. ] So what are your plans if you do 'graduate' from this hell hole?

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[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Not all that sure, doc. [Blunt, but true. She lets out a long-suffering sigh.] Look, if I 'graduate' then I'm gonna have to be a completely different person, pretty much - and I have no idea what that person's gonna want to do with her life. I mean, if I'm ever gonna want to go back to the day job I had before I went to work for Dr. D? I might as well just kill myself right now.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Saving the day you mean? [He finishes his drink, placing the glass down.] I'm surprised the government of that time didn't try to pick you up.

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[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Saving the day was...somewhere between a hobby and an obligation. My day job was teaching high school. [She shudders at the memory and finishes her own glass with a determined gulp.]