FOS - Book Worm (Page2)

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A couple hours Later Bryan is sitting next to an empty syringe. He starts to float off to sleep as his cell door opens. Attempting to get up still groggy, Bryan feels a sharp pain in his neck. For a few minutes Bryan tries to fight off the Guards half asleep never coming out of his drowsiness. in -fact as he was actually getting more drowsy than before.

Bryan eventually gives into slumber only to wake up on a cold table.  As Bryan looks around barely able to move he examines the room.

The room was the same as many of the rooms he played guinea pig in, but this room was different. It was tiled like the other rooms, it was small and claustrophobic like the past rooms. This room was clearly different, though. Upon originally opening his eyes; Bryan was staring directly into some sort of machine that was exuding some shade a blue glow. Looking around the room Bryan could see the room had glass windows.

Looking through the windows he saw people that were around his age and older seated around his box. It was almost as if they were there to watch him. Bryan could only see the young adults seated in front of him and to sides in a circular pattern due to his inability to fully control his motor skills.

Disembodied Voice: Hello there students, today we will be divesting this volunteer's current memories. Then concierge those memories while this here machine injects the memories form of memories we have created artificially.

The Group of students began a roar of clapter ringing Bryans ears.

Bryan tried to get up only causing alarm to the student as one started to scream.

Bryan watches as a well-dressed man standing outside his container. Bryan settles on the voice coming from him.

The well-dressed man clearly had some form of a light accent that originated the Europe. The man was of average stature with a clean cut look. Brown hair thickened by Grease reflected the light off of his head.

Well Dressed Man: Guards!

Guards: Yes Professor

Well Dressed Professor:  Please Administer another shot of venoxel. We wouldn't want our volunteer getting injured.

Bryan see’s that he delivered his last sentence with a warming smile. All Bryan saw was a devilish smile.

Bryan started to resist but to no avail. The drugs he was given, eventually led to him losing the fulll capability of all of his motor skills. He could only watch and listen as the Professor continued on with the speech and the machine turned on. His eyes were eventually closed by a foreign force.