Jonathan Klyzac's Questionnaire

''Klyzac here, what the hell is this survey for? You've got my address on file anyways. What gives?''

Klyzac lives in the Primus HQ located Somewhere in L.A for a few reasons.

1. They don't pay him enough to keep a house (at least, in today's money) ('When am i getting my next bonus? -K')

2. It's where he works, they've got room, board, and a whole lot of bodies. ('I can only treat so many human bite wounds before i start asking questions, damn it. -K')

3. They have good catering sometimes, it's always worth it for the cheap pizza. ('Can i get Dominos to deliver directly to my office? Is that against the rules? -K')

4. It's clean, most importantly. ('I mean, seriously people. Stop spilling blood and mountain dew all over the floors, The janitors have to deal with enough shit already [REST OF STATEMENT OMITTED DUE TO LACK OF IMPORTANCE TO FORM]')

5. Nobody questions the guy with a chainsaw for an arm when they spot him carving up some unforunate cadaver. ('Can we PLEASE hire a mortician already? I work with the live ones, i'm a doctor, not a taxidermist. -K)

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Notes:

Dr. Klyzac, Please do not use excess space in the prompts for your own personal opinions, we don't even know how you managed to write that small. If you have a problem with the staff here, take it up with H.R - Management

P.S: No, Dominos is not allowed to deliver to this location. You remember what happened last time.

''Come on, you know me. Is this really necessary?''

Please provide a notated list of your average purchases throughout the week listed on the below form.

1. Fifth (750ml) Size Bottle of Jack Daniel's Gentleman Jack x1

2. Miniature (50ml) Size Bottles of Jack Daniel's Gentleman Jack x4

3. 5.7x28 Ammunition Box (20ct) x2

4. Bottle of Advil OTC (over the counter) Pain Reliever (40ct) x4

('Why am i not allowed to take anything stronger than this on missions!? Would you rather they all feel everything? - K)

5. Gasoline (i can hardly remember how much i fill up the car these days, you were the one who asked for my usual purchases.)

6. Prescription Escitalopram (total 280mg) (enough to last me the week.)

[REST OF LIST OMITTED FOR CONFIDENTIALITY]

Notes: Doctor Klyziac, I understand you're having problems with your mental health, but please do not abuse the anesthetics. This is dangerous to your health, and you will have your permits for carrying firearms revoked effective 5/19/XXXX. Seek counseling or you will be deemed unfit for working. - Management.

(Hey, Doc. Just know we care about you. - C from Accounting.)

''...What? What the [OMITTED] does that mean? Okay, listen i'm about to spout some-''

Describe why you joined up with the Los Angeles division of Primus Company in the form below or submit an audio recording to H.R with a copy of your I.D attached within.

To tell you the truth, I joined because you made me a deal. I mean, for fuck's sake my wife is dead, what did you want me to do? My life was practically over, lost my arm, lost my wife, lost my job, and...My kid. I think i had a kid. It's hard to remember. So, you know. What choice did i have? After my surgeries and the backfiring of the cybernetics, i don't think i'm safe on the streets anymore. Ticking time bomb, you could say. But, and hear me out here, I think i can learn to use these flaws for something a little better, A mix of man and machine. It will take me some time, promotions, and probably a lot of effort. Given some elbow grease and probably a better functioning arm, i can do it. I know i can.

Is that good enough for you?

This question should be between me and my psychologist exclusively. I can't- (The rest of this statement has been redacted)

Maria.

When we got married, i was just out of medical school, i'd been studying just about everything for almost a decade, probably more.

I was quite literally the top surgeon in my field before everything happened.

College changed me, marriage changed me, Primus changed me.

It's all some horrible, awful soup of memories and experiences that the head trauma i suffered during the incident keeps stirring into some incomprehensible mess of emotions.

I remember the day Adrian was born, i had just started to quit smoking and drinking. I told her i'd change for the better, for her, and for the baby. I was...Happy.

I loved her so much.

I really, really loved her. She was perfect for me, the shining light in my endless pool of darkness.

I held my son's hand as i walked him to school in the morning, i drove with my wife to pick him up in the evenings, i wasn't spending my nights at the bar drinking after my exams anymore, i got to sleep in and hold her on the weekends. I got to cook them all breakfast when i felt like it. I was happy. My life was perfect.

Marriage tied the bow on every single hardship i'd undergone to get to that point.

And you [REDACTED] took it away from me.

The rest of the form is redacted beyond readability, the paper is very obviously stained with tears.

('We appreciate your honesty in this written form, and the several extra pages you attached to it- however, please make sure that you keep future answers age-appropriate and / or generally clean. The H.R department has reviewed this form and has deemed it, quote- 'Unfit for publication.' --Management)