The guy is strapped to the operating table while the deranged ex-Clan scientist is talking to him.
"This will kill you. You know that, quiaff? It will not be a good death, either. You will lose control of your mind, and then your body, and then you will die."
"I can't operate a ProtoMech without enhanced imaging implants, can I?"
"No. I just want to make sure you understand."
"Do it. It doesn't matter if I die as long as I can tell my friends I avenged them when I see them again!"