[X] Mojo Hojo.
"This is far from approved medical science!" Joy snaps, seeming upset just at the prospect of what's going to happen, much less that the transfer is going forward.
Amoeba calmly vomits up into a bucket, or something close.
"What...?" Jenny starts.
"Budding, my dear. It should only take a minute or two for an appreciably large quantity of Ditto mass, such as this, to form into its own Ditto." Hojo explains, as Benji attaches alligator clamps from a small, whirring machine to a large sieve and sets it over Jenny's head. The other attaches to what looks like a metal bowl, prepared to go onto, or... into, you guess, the gurgling mess in the bucket.
"I have to remind you again, if you do this there isn't any turning back. We can barely afford to keep you going as is, we can't afford to keep an empty body on life support." Joy argues.
"Yes, your remains will have to be disposed of. Most likely, devouring them would be your best option." Hojo says, as though Joy's voice wasn't so shrill at all. "It will offer a massive boost to genetic memorization, far more than just plucking a few hairs before setting the mess on fire or pitching it uselessly out into the wilderness would offer. Hardly the sort of advantage that I could offer Amoeba, people do insist on having their remains shipped back home and I was rebuffed at every turn. As well, morgues and cemeteries take a dim view indeed-"
"You want her to eat-"
"Why not? It's her body. Disposal should be arranged as she sees fit." Hojo mumbles, flipping through some papers. "If you're squeamish then there's no cause for concern, we'll be pouring her out over herself and probably the digestion won't even be noticed at all."
"I am a medical professional." Joy snaps.
"Yes, yes, carry on. I don't see why you have to be here in the first place."
"I'm hardly going to stand back and let such madness proceed without objection-!"
"Hey.... You be a good boy for mommy, all right? I just need you to sit tight and be quiet for a bit. It's going to be fine, just be a good boy and watch." Jenny murmurs to the whining Growlithe. "Keep him from getting in the way, all right?"
Yeah, you can do that.
"And it looks like we're ready." Benji interrupts, dropping the bowl into the bucket, wires trailing behind it. "Now, this... it may hurt a bit. This was originally designed for organic to organic transference, but it's been retooled for organic to synthetic, and I've had to rework it to get it back to mutually organic. Everything will still work just the same, but some parts had to be scavenged, and there is some material for safety that I just couldn't get ahold of... I can assure you, however, that at no point will any of the voltage that you may or may not experience be anything close to lethal."
"Great. Get on with it, then." Jenny grunts, before Joy can object again.
"Please bite down on this..." Benji says, placing a rubber bit before continuing. "All right. Throwing the switch, Doctor."
There's a sharp humming noise, a lot of crackles, and Jenny's eyes go wide and her back arches upwards off of the table, nearly launching her into the air, as the electricity hits. A steady 'whum-whum-whum' noise begins to reverberate for the next several minutes as she twitches in place, Growlithe in your arms barking and trying to wriggle free without doing any damage.
Then Jenny's body goes still, and there is a soft 'Bing' noise as the machine goes otherwise silent.
"Yes, jolly good, just a moment there we'll have you fixed up in a flash." Hojo says, gingerly removing the end from the bucket as Benji takes the other end off of Jenny and smoothes back her hair as the body stares vacantly up at the ceiling.
Hojo pours the contents of the bucket... Jenny, you guess, over what remains of Jenny. There's a bubbling as the goop spreads slowly over the remnants of the policewoman.
Then, slowly, some of it forms out into new limbs as it slides down and clings concealingly to skin and clothes, morphing to appear as though Jenny were just lying there on the table.
Naked, and slick with thin slime.
"Yes, synthetic polymers, she only recalls the organic body, it might be wise for you to give her a refresher course on forming clothing, Amoeba." Hojo mutters, taking notes.
"Refresher?" Joy snaps.
"There should be more than a little genetic memory residue involved. This is a portion of Amoeba which she is being reborn through, after all." Hojo points out. "Hardly as easily accessed as her own memories, of course, but-"
Jenny, on the table, draws in a deep and gurgling breath.
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