Doctor Baselard and the Jackal's Cells

The bridge was silent and empty, like a reflection of her thoughts. As she crossed the river, robotess looked back at the city, realizing that perhaps there were deeper mysteries hidden in this part of the city that she needed to unravel. In the distance, the hospital loomed, a massive gray-walled building covered in rust and neglect. She knew she had to inspect it, but her goal was more than just checking it out - she wanted to find out what was going on in this strange and mysterious hospital where something seemed off.

When she arrived at the hospital, she suddenly realized she had only a few hours to figure this out. She had to figure out what was going on with the health care system in this place and understand why money seemed more important than the health of her patients. She saw empty hallways and dim lighting that only emphasized her loneliness in this place. The hallway smelled bad, as if the building hadn't been cleaned in a long time. She noticed the walls were covered in cracks and noticed that some of the doors were missing room numbers.

"Something is clearly wrong here," she whispered under her breath as she began her mission.

First she headed to the usual office, where, according to rumors, one of the doctors worked - Dr. Warren. This man had long aroused her suspicions, and she intended to figure out what was going on behind his door.

A middle-aged man with a thick layer of powder on his face sat at the desk, clearly disinterested in his work. He casually clicked away at the screen of an old computer, seemingly unaware that Delia Asia Vieira was standing in front of him.

"Dr. Warren?" she asked calmly.

The doctor raised his head, meeting her gaze with obvious displeasure.

"What do you want?" he muttered, clearly not interested in the conversation.

Delia Asia Vieira didn't answer, but instead directed her sensors at his screen. Something told her that this was where the answer lay. And so, on the screen appeared information about a large number of patients paying for treatments that were in fact unjustified.

"Do you know that in your office patients pay for procedures they don't need?" she asked, not hiding her surprise.

Warren shrugged and smiled back.

"It's not my fault they want to pay for treatment," he said. "I'm just doing my job. If they want to pay, why not?"

Delia Asia Vieira felt her irritation rising, but she did not allow herself to lose her composure. She left the office and went to the next one to check what was happening in other parts of the hospital.

There she was met by a nurse named Kate. The woman standing at the door looked tiredly at the patients, of whom there were noticeably fewer than usual. Kate told Delia Asia Vieira that work had become more difficult, but despite this, she continued to "do her job", although she clearly did not put forth the necessary effort.

"There have been a lot of complaints from patients lately. But what can I do?" said Kate when Delia Asia Vieira asked her about the situation in the department. "Regular checks have not been carried out here for a long time, and to be honest, I don't know how to deal with it anymore."

The questions were piling up, but Delia Asia Vieira knew she had to move on. She headed to the hospital director's office to meet him face to face.

When she entered the director's office, she was met by a man in an expensive suit, clearly unconcerned about what was going on in his institution. He looked at her indifferently, as if he did not expect anyone to come in for an inspection.

"I understand you have questions?" he asked with a slight ironic smile.

"I want to understand why lawlessness flourishes here," Delia Asia Vieira replied, feeling that her time was running out.

"Lawlessness?" the director raised his eyebrows in surprise. "It's just our system. A system that functions as it should. We provide services, and people pay for them. Why should that be a bad thing?"

Delia Asia Vieira sensed that there was something deeper hidden behind his words. But instead of giving in to his manipulation, she decided to investigate further.

"How do you explain patients paying for something they don't need?" she asked.

"Nobody forces them to pay," the director replied, smiling again. "They do it of their own free will. It's a free choice."

After a long conversation in which the director tried to hide the truth, Delia Asia Vieira, preparing to leave the hospital for good, suddenly heard a noise from the far wing. The instinct, implanted in her by her creator, told her that it could be important. She headed there, maneuvering through narrow corridors and avoiding crowds of patients, bored outside their offices.

As the robotess entered one of the dimly lit rooms, her sensors immediately registered the presence of two orderlies trying to restrain a man in a straitjacket. He was struggling, as if he had gone mad. But despite his sunken eyes and tousled hair, his face seemed familiar to Delia.

The man shouted something with a vengeance, his voice trembling with rage:

"I am the father of the Antichrist! You don't understand anything! Free me!"

As she got closer, robotess saw that he was wearing a black leather jacket, slightly slipped off his shoulders. At that moment, her database confirmed that this was Damien Thorn, the head of the powerful corporation "Thorn Industries". But how did he end up here, and in such a state?

Robotess turned cautiously to one of the nurses watching from a safe distance. Kate, an older but still energetic woman in a green uniform, sighed at robotess's question.

"He just came to us a few days ago," Kate explained, nervously adjusting the rubber band on her wrist. "He was delivered straight from the corporate office. They said he was causing quite a stir. Suddenly announced that his daughter was the Antichrist and that he must cleanse the world with fire and sword. Can you imagine?"