Repetition. Another symptom. Symptom of what? You're losing hold. He should start keeping a list. "Yes," he said, because what else was there to say? He had questions, and they were bothersome. Say they make your head hurt. Say sometimes you see things you know aren't there. Hallucinations that weren't hallucinations. Another symptom.
He followed the technician into the kitchen before realising he hadn't been invited to do so, and he froze in the doorway. Sit down. Sit down at the stool. He said make yourself at home, that means--
"So there will be a new type of programming to replace the former programming?" It made sense. That was sort of what the incompetent ass--CLINT--Clint had been getting at, wasn't it? He didn't ask 'will it hurt' because he knew the answer. It would always hurt. You couldn't build a supersoldier without a little bit of blood and a lot of pain.
He moved forward a little, slow at first, and when no reprimand was immediately forthcoming, he settled into the empty seat beside the technician. He's got a name, too. What do you have against names? Name a thing and it died. Nobody needed a name. You got a name and you aren't dead.