Locke’s interest was peaked, “The Centrifuge. IT is what you used to refine the Oxy,”
“Yes,” Vargus’ eyes were wild, and he caught himself, “That is .. we know it’s function. Oxy was banned,”
“Yes it was.” Morris nodded, “It fills its subject with paranoid delusions of grandeur, false senses of power; but in the end it leads to great depression, reckless abandon and suicide.”
Vargus stepped up to the Doctor, and Karapanov stood between them, dwarfing both men.
Vargus paid him little mind,
“Not in small doses!” he admitted, “it sharpened the senses. Men & women required less sleep & were stronger; and were more efficient,”
Locke’s voice was soft,
“But eventually, it catches up to you doesn’t it?” she nodded trying to make the captain see reason, “That’s why you wanted to refine it. You knew, eventually, your crew would turn on each other and leave you with a ship with only one man; you.”
“Not that it would matter,” Morris said, “You’d blow yourself up within days once your paranoia got the better of you!”