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They call Landis’ nurse his left-hand woman, and that’s because
I’m his right-hand woman. That’s really only because I
literally always stand on his right side. His left arm has better veins for
drawing blood, so that’s his “medical side”. Though, they sometimes come
over to my side of his body, because they need to test things like,
is his blood different in his other arm? No, it’s not, by the way. As
I was trying to explain, I was an assistant for three years before I landed
this job. It was difficult and trying. My boss was great, but she was very
demanding. She had high expectations of me, but she earned that right by
building herself up from just about nothing. I figured that working for the
Foundation would be a new challenge, but it’s really pretty cushy. He
doesn’t exactly need me to do anything for him. His schedule is the same
every day. He goes to bed by 21:30 so he can get up at 05:30 for breakfast
before work at 06:00. He usually takes his half-hour lunch at 11:00. It’s
his main meal, and it’s always pretty big. It’s prepared by a world-class
chef whose only job is this. After his afternoon/evening healing shift is
over at 18:30, he has a therapy session, which usually goes alongside his
dinner. It’s much lighter than his lunch, which is important, because he
then has an hour-long massage therapy session starting at 19:30. This
wasn’t his idea by the way, it was prescribed to him by his doctor, who was
afraid Landis would not be able to relax. He doesn’t enjoy any other
relaxing hobbies, so it was kind of something they had to come up with to
help. This next part is a little tricky, so let me try to keep it classy.
After the massage, Landis takes a quick shower, and then meets with a woman
for about a half hour, including some light conversation. It’s a different
woman every night, as coordinated by the Legacy department. This woman is
virile, and of course healthy—but it’s important to note that she is
typically naturally healthy. They arrange it differently sometimes
for comparative experimentation, but for the most part, we’re talking about
a young woman in her prime mothering years who has not undergone the healing
breath treatment herself. That is what she is looking for. While the
pharmaceutical company is researching paths to the panacea, an alternative
program seeks to potentially expand production of the cures by simply
spreading it throughout the population. Not every pregnancy takes, but all
told, Landis has fathered, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......about 800 children. Woof,
that’s kind of something that we don’t really talk about. Part of the
funding that we receive goes into supporting these families for the rest of
their lives. As of yet, no child has exhibited any special abilities, but
the oldest one isn’t even five years old yet, so they’re not taking that as
proof that it doesn’t work. The program continues. When I first met Landis,
he was chill and funny. He liked to talk, and be around people. This
experience has changed him, and while most seem to attribute his
turtle-shelling to the burden of the healings, I believe the daily
expectation of procreation has affected him more than anything. He likes
women. He likes sex. And it’s all consensual. But it still heightens his
anxiety. He still considers it part of his job. On the one hand, that makes
it easier to detach himself, and simply perform. On the other hand, is that
psycho-emotionally healthy? I don’t know. I really don’t. But I’m here for
him every day, and if he were to ever express doubt in continuing either of
his jobs, I would be the first to know. I won’t let him do anything he’s not
comfortable with, even if it’s something that he’s done a thousand times
before.
