Doctors aren't the brightest of critters.

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They are also relatively petty.  Seriously, most of them think two things which are in direct opposition to truth.  First, they think they are reasonable solid thinkers.  Who could, without painkillers being administered or even with quite often, cut someone else open?  Even if there are painkillers, and a supervisor, what kind of human could practice dicing another human?  Actually, ask yourself, if you aren't a doctor... if you could do that.  They are troubled people when the go in, definitely by the time they are released onto society.  Who, honestly, actually even knows if what they are doing is always right and how much is just for the extra money, or curiosity, or even with intent to harm?  The very people who went into it, knowing, at the very best, what they would be doing might be as wrong as right but don't really care as long as "science" supports them in their quest for riches?  Further, they go in thinking they can cure.  Which would be like an adult fireman going in thinking he could put out a forest fire by himself, or an astronaut thinking he would be issued a laser pistol.  The first thing they should be taught is all they really might, and I mean might be able to do, is slow things or alter things so that the patient might have time to heal themselves.  Doctors do not heal.

Whatever reason got them to medical school, by the time they are through they aren't who they were when they started.  Most of them aren't bright enough to realize that many, most, all perhaps, of their professors were little more than the Hannibal type, in the series, with how they were played as students.  What traits did any particular professor look for in any particular student?  A particular coldness?  One that wasn't reckless enough to be seen as murderous, but bright, playful, imaginative, regardless of right or wrong... perhaps even exclusive of the notion of right and wrong?  Get rid of that, to remove flaws in the medicine, and you open up the person to much greater flaws.  An indifference that can easily be murderous, even if just once in a while.  Why not, if there is no difference between good and evil.  Hell, it might be fun.  Most doctors don't even know their heads were fiddled with.  The intern didn't.  He doesn't know, either, that he is a psychopath.  He just knows anyone who believes in good and evil is bad.  He knows he is right.  Someday it will pop.  He'll realize what he is, what made him what he is to even beyond his dreams, how his murderousness and malintent have undone him,  and why that is bad.

I was tempted to pray for some minor harm to befall him.  Hush!  Temptation is what it is.  However, I realized, even if my prayer was sent to God, and rebuffed?  There are others who do hear, and might respond.  Giant?  At least physically.  What else goes with that medical definition?  Further, I have some wonder if my darker kin doesn't do such anyway.  So, I prayed the other way.  I don't know if it will save him.  Kin with power can be vengeful for their own, even in spite of our wishes, and who has power here but my kin?  As well, I saw a choice, for him, coming up.  He can choose to do the right thing, or further his steps into evil.  If he chooses evil, his career is ensured.  If he doesn't, his career, at least, will be... hampered, or may be... probably... made more difficult.  It might even be ended.  He will get to choose tribal or righteous.  If his choice won't save one life, it could save others.  I don't have much faith in him, but... choices... consequences.  As above, so below, if not always as it might seem.  Better to be a pauper on earth, with a clear conscience, than a rich self-made psychopath.  Choices.  Consequences.

Actually, what I did find funny?  He was trying to use tricks on me that I could train him to use... if he were even aware of his nature.  Cute, mildly annoying, but cute.  I'm just not a sociopath for my own purposes or riches.  I was made one, but knowingly, for a reason... a set of them.  To survive physically and mentally, even spiritually, when all light fades.  With the hope that, in survival, I can... do good.  He was made one by medi-corp, for their mutual enrichment... and with room for him to entertain his darkest spirits.  Further, as I mentioned, he probably doesn't even know it.  Well, until he reads here.  Yeah... he'll know if he thinks about it.  He'll know his chase for gold and glory was a dead end into psychopathy.  It's fun watching the ignorant play at something so poorly.  His boss knows what they are, but has found comforts to deal with it.  It's in the eyes.  Dead eyes.  Takes one to know one.  Difference is, mine is a tool, he is the tool.