<P>Humans were supposed to feel emotion. Humans were supposed to do the right thing, to feel guilty when causing hurt on other humans, to feel for the lives of other humans. It was nature.
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<P>But Manderley did not like feeling.
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<P>Manderley was a human, but he did not feel. So under the flesh and skin and organs and blood, what was Manderley?
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<P>No more than Gunther Hermann. Machine.
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<P>Under sagging eyelids and dry eyes, under a tired body and worn flesh, underneath everything that ever amounted into a man and managed to get erased in a split second, somewhere deep down there, in the foggy gloom, there was a man named Jaime Reyes. Jaime watched his world from a suddenly distant point of view, lights and shapes suddenly indistinct and vague. The room was suddenly sterile. Everything was less alive.
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<P>They had just towed the body of JC Denton through Jaime's medlab, so that they could take him down to the lower levels of the UNATCO building, where somewhere in some lab in the bowels of Liberty Island they'd probably disassemble his body and salvage what they could.
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<P>Jaime was a doctor. Jaime was not a murderer. He didn't want to have anything else to do with this place. It had been corrupted a long time ago, and they were all blind to it until now.
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<P>Alex Jacobson, tall, thin guy, usually in charge of comm. equipment and other technologies Jaime didn't really understand, stood next to him Not knowing what to do. Reyes sank down into an office chair. He felt completely helpless.