Nightshift 44: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Rey Za Burrel]
Tonight's subject was an interesting example of scientific accomplishment, at least in this doctor's opinion, the product of genetic engineering that would have been far more impressive if it were not for the rather glaring flaw in his makeup. But a functional clone, imperfect as he was, still presented a fascinating wealth of data to the research-minded. And truly that was all this man was: a lab rat, here to run the maze in which he'd been placed and nothing more.
And the "maze" which the doctor had prepared was, in his mind, quite a clever one indeed. He made one last adjustment to the equipment, plugged in the final lead, and reached over to flip the switch with a triumphant smirk as it came to life with a soft electronic hum. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
And once that moment of smug admiration was over he stepped back again, settling at the table to one side and flicking on the monitor that would allow him to see what the subject could see. Which right now, thanks to the visor and electrodes he wore, and the influence of the drug in the IV in his arm, was not this room as it was currently equipped.
No, right now the subject was in an entirely different laboratory, one more familiar in his memory. In this room he was merely lying on a table, unrestrained, though still clad in the grey Landel's uniform. And in the dim light one other person was visible in that room: a man sitting in a chair a short distance away, his face framed by dark hair but features obscured by shadow, and clad in a uniform that seemed tantalizingly familiar in the half-light.
He spoke no word as yet, though, merely waiting, and patiently watching the subject, waiting for him to awaken.
And the "maze" which the doctor had prepared was, in his mind, quite a clever one indeed. He made one last adjustment to the equipment, plugged in the final lead, and reached over to flip the switch with a triumphant smirk as it came to life with a soft electronic hum. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
And once that moment of smug admiration was over he stepped back again, settling at the table to one side and flicking on the monitor that would allow him to see what the subject could see. Which right now, thanks to the visor and electrodes he wore, and the influence of the drug in the IV in his arm, was not this room as it was currently equipped.
No, right now the subject was in an entirely different laboratory, one more familiar in his memory. In this room he was merely lying on a table, unrestrained, though still clad in the grey Landel's uniform. And in the dim light one other person was visible in that room: a man sitting in a chair a short distance away, his face framed by dark hair but features obscured by shadow, and clad in a uniform that seemed tantalizingly familiar in the half-light.
He spoke no word as yet, though, merely waiting, and patiently watching the subject, waiting for him to awaken.