I guess the Chesapeake Ripper's case files weren't mixed in among mine, then.
[ It's muttered. More importantly-- ]
Shaw- there's no chip. Just like there's no Hannibal. I'm used to hallucinations, and that's what we have. Please don't dig into your brain with a scalpel.
Shaw, if you're wrong, you can seriously damage yourself. Paralyze yourself, damage your motor functions, your involuntary responses, your memory. That's worse than death here.
[ He doesn't think he's getting through. He's starting to gather up his things, put his shoes on. ]
I'm safe. Plugging up my ears is going to result in only being able to hear him. No, thanks. Listen, you want me to bring my helmet? Maybe that'll keep the non-existent chip turned off.
Um... hey. Listen. ...I know a thing or two about... surgery. How are you going to cut out your own brainchip? You need help from someone who. You know. Knows how.
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