"Schwarzenegger was Austrian, not German. They're different countries." He only answers to that irritably to avoid the answer to the second question. If Dave had phrased it any other way he might not have hesitated to answer, but with how often Alex had figured in his nightmares since meeting the man, it gives Albert pause.

"Yes. Sort of." He breathes out slowly, putting the rest of the jerky packet aside. It's in Dave's easy reach, but the German's lost his appetite. "What little mind control they tried didn't work the way they wanted, but physically I was almost completely remodeled. Just a brain left, really."

And some other bits, but he's not going to go into the gory details.