Duncan dreams. Hayt just watches. Dreams are nothing to Mentats, Nothing more than a random firing off of synapses, the brain's way of coping with RNA restructuring and the relationships between cells. Mentats have control over how their brains use information down the the smallest input, and dreams are a waste of cellular division.
Duncan remembers the last fight he was in; Sardaukar swarming him, some grinning, some berserk with the fight. Duncan's limbs are a blur, his breath steady and his mind the only thing sharper than the Kris knife slicing through armor and flesh as though it were nothing. He took the water of more than a dozen men before a mortar streaks by his head, explodes behind him, and the world goes dark.
Hayt swims in nothingness, a Mentat's dream underneath the dreams of the deceased. Mentats do not dream.
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Duncan dreams. Hayt just watches. Dreams are nothing to Mentats, Nothing more than a random firing off of synapses, the brain's way of coping with RNA restructuring and the relationships between cells. Mentats have control over how their brains use information down the the smallest input, and dreams are a waste of cellular division.
Duncan remembers the last fight he was in; Sardaukar swarming him, some grinning, some berserk with the fight. Duncan's limbs are a blur, his breath steady and his mind the only thing sharper than the Kris knife slicing through armor and flesh as though it were nothing. He took the water of more than a dozen men before a mortar streaks by his head, explodes behind him, and the world goes dark.
Hayt swims in nothingness, a Mentat's dream underneath the dreams of the deceased. Mentats do not dream.