"Try to walk."
Joel takes a tentative step forwards. "AAAAH!"
"Yes. It's going to hurt. You just had major surgery. And you were shot in the chest. Repeatedly."
"So, why am I still alive?"
"Alive barely describes you."
Joel continues walking, slowly. He grunts with each step.
"Oh, just put the poor bastard in the chair. We can work on walking later."
Omicron helps Joel back into the wheelchair.
"What about Miranda? Can we try that system?"
"Miranda? What's that?"
A woman walks in.
"I think we can. 1% first, Theta." she says.
"Polymatheia?"
"Yes. Just do it."
Joel's mechanical eye flickers and a red beam pulses out.
"10%"
"No."
"10% or I put it up to 20% myself."
Theta presses a button.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Joel screams, and the blast of energy pushes him back.
Theta presses a red 'CANCEL' button.
"10% is too powerful."
"Who the fuck are you!?" Joel yells.
"We're the people who are going to help everyone."
"I'm leaving."
"Take this."
Polymatheia throws Joel a hooded jumper.
"Wh- what?"
"You'll need it. It's chilly out there."
The panels of one wall move, showing the Arctic circle.