He shivered, minutely, at the memory of the cold. The actual memories of
the cryochamber were missing (for now), but nothing could take away the
memory of the cold. The helplessness.
So he took a step sideways from that. "Hydra were using weapons that today
would be called lasers. In 1943. Only not really, a laser would blow a hole
into a person, unless I misunderstand things. Those blue beams could turn a
person into ash... and Schmidt had tanks working with them..."
He blinked, then shook the memory. At least he thought it was a memory.
"People don't know much of what's happening around them, unless they need
to. That's probably best for most people, too."
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He shivered, minutely, at the memory of the cold. The actual memories of the cryochamber were missing (for now), but nothing could take away the memory of the cold. The helplessness.
So he took a step sideways from that. "Hydra were using weapons that today would be called lasers. In 1943. Only not really, a laser would blow a hole into a person, unless I misunderstand things. Those blue beams could turn a person into ash... and Schmidt had tanks working with them..."
He blinked, then shook the memory. At least he thought it was a memory.
"People don't know much of what's happening around them, unless they need to. That's probably best for most people, too."