Floating
...time...the drugs...for the programming...
Natasha drifted in and out of consciousness. During the very brief moments she regained consciousness she could hear voices, catching only a few words at a time. She felt like she was floating and couldn't concentrate on anything.
Darkness interrupted by a few brief moments of light and sound.
...why old failed...repair and add...to our weapon...
The darkness started to retreat and the haze started to lift.
Natasha blinked a few times and the world came into better focus. She was staring up at the ceiling and unable to move her head. Cold metal pressed across her forehead.
She needed to get out of here, but there were a few problems.
One. She was in restraints. Not just strapped down to a table, but held there with metal restraints. They even went so far as to gag her. In all honesty, she would bite someone if it meant a chance to escape.
Two. Even though whatever drugs they were pumping into her were starting to wear off, she doubted she would be able to walk just yet.
"Doctor, she is awake." The voice was female.
"Impossible. The amount of sedative we gave her should keep her unconscious."
A male face appeared in her line of vision. If looks could kill, the man would now be a pile of goo. "Indeed she is awake. Fascinating. Superior work for the program's early days, I must say. Increase the dose. We don't want her escaping before we've had the chance to fix her programming."
"Of course, doctor."
The darkness closed in once more and Natasha couldn't fight it off.
Natasha drifted in and out of consciousness. During the very brief moments she regained consciousness she could hear voices, catching only a few words at a time. She felt like she was floating and couldn't concentrate on anything.
Darkness interrupted by a few brief moments of light and sound.
...why old failed...repair and add...to our weapon...
The darkness started to retreat and the haze started to lift.
Natasha blinked a few times and the world came into better focus. She was staring up at the ceiling and unable to move her head. Cold metal pressed across her forehead.
She needed to get out of here, but there were a few problems.
One. She was in restraints. Not just strapped down to a table, but held there with metal restraints. They even went so far as to gag her. In all honesty, she would bite someone if it meant a chance to escape.
Two. Even though whatever drugs they were pumping into her were starting to wear off, she doubted she would be able to walk just yet.
"Doctor, she is awake." The voice was female.
"Impossible. The amount of sedative we gave her should keep her unconscious."
A male face appeared in her line of vision. If looks could kill, the man would now be a pile of goo. "Indeed she is awake. Fascinating. Superior work for the program's early days, I must say. Increase the dose. We don't want her escaping before we've had the chance to fix her programming."
"Of course, doctor."
The darkness closed in once more and Natasha couldn't fight it off.