Deeper (363 hits)
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Submitted by Paul Hibbert (View user info) at 2005-07-16 11:42:09 EDT
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Thinking aloud he declared the machine 'not fit for testing'. He paced back and forth in the bland yet brightly lit surrounding laboratory. "Not fit for testing" he repeated, running his hands nervously through his bushy, receding grey locks.
He was stereotypical, he always knew that and it had bothered him for most of his career. Everyone emulated his or her hero in some way and he just didn't know how else to look. His aging face was too old to pull off the shaven head look, and the moustache just happened to suit. That was his story and he was sticking to it; who cared if he looked like Einstein anyway?
Today was a step too bold. Today was the day that financing were to demand the last 5 years experimental research show some sign of fruition. But it just wasn't ready, was it?
They'd soon find out because Patrick had been called to the Lab and he was going to be trying the 'deeper project' first hand.
Patrick was a young man. He'd never enjoyed science at school but joining 'deeper' simply to evade being conscripted to 'nam had made him see the world of science in a whole new light. It was exciting now; something that school had failed to demonstrate. He headed for the lab with a spring in his step knowing that today Professor Harris would have to juice 'it' up or lose his job.
After an all too long anticipatory taxi ride Patrick finally slumped in Harris' office and thumbed through the endless paperwork laid out in front of him, his excitement turned rapidly to boredom as he realised, once again he was not going to sit in the heavily guarded room, at least not without a tiresome de-briefing. Harris nervously rambled on about the consequences and the moral quandary of what they were doing. Patrick pondered the hilarity of Harris' gesticulating moustache as he desperately tried not to fall asleep.
"Even if the machine doesn't fry your brain and we do discover the truth about this war where will that get us? Killed probably. What if they keep sending you back to unearth more sordid truths? I could become a scapegoat..." Harris' face grew redder by the second. Patrick was more interested in this simple observation than any of the words leaving the old man's mouth.
"What if our research is somehow leaked during this investigation? The implications of unlocking the dormant parts of your brain and wiring them up to a historical database whilst simultaneously performing hideously disfiguring surgery on your testicles is not just dangerous, it's immoral!"
"Performing hideously disfiguring surgery on my what???" Exclaimed Patrick with sudden interest.
"Glad to see you're listening for a change Patrick" chuckled the Professor.
Patrick eased back in his chair visually irritated by Harris' jape.
"Listen I'm bored of worrying about it" Patrick said, realising that until his testicles had been brought into the equation he hadn't worried about it at all. "Lets just plug me in and get on with it, I've been de-briefed to death; me and my balls want wiring up to your gizmo and sending back to figure out what the deal is with this little ruckus..."
"Sending back", it sounded so 'quantum leap' for something that was really just a visual representation of the past. It was just watching a rather violent completely accurate history channel through a virtual reality helmet. He had been chosen because the task required a soldier, if killed whilst in 'deeper sleep' you were as good as vegetated.
"Excellent idea" said a familiar voice shattering Patrick's line of thought. Patrick had failed to notice the astute gentleman standing in the corner. "Lets make sure we get some good strong cables wired up to this absent minded little pricks testicle's and shock the living shit out of him, this whole escapade is completely preposterous; If I had my way you'd both be locked up, but seeing as I am reluctantly overseeing lieutenant Patrick I'm going to make sure both of you see this joke through to its untimely conclusion"
Captain Price was not a pleasant man, nor was he particularly friendly. He was however decidedly tall and unusually pointy.
"Yes sir, sorry sir!" barked Patrick standing quickly to attention.
"You have no jurisdiction over me, and I for one will not be pushed around by the likes of you!" said Harris in his best authoritarian tones.
Price shrugged off Harris' defiance and walked to the centre of the room "I think the shareholders might have something to say about that". Price thrust a fist full of paperwork into Harris' gut- slightly winding him.
"Wire him up!"
As they wandered through to the chamber Harris solemnly waved away the security guards. Patrick couldn't help but finally feel a pang of nerves on his approach to the large concrete room.
It was a cold and tall straight edged construct with a dark leather chair in the centre and cables dangling from the ceiling. It looked like a torture chamber crossed with a hospital.
He knew little of the procedure involved in connecting him to the database; all he knew was what he was about to do something truly historical and by the looks of the leather restraints quite a lot of thrashing about. Professor Harris had finished connecting the cables and with his back turned was filling a syringe with an orange coloured liquid.
"Looks like we're finally going to delve a little deeper" Whispered Captain Price whilst fanning Patrick with the paperwork from the shareholders, "Just not in the way you expected" he continued menacingly
Professor Harris turned to face Patrick with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry Patrick, I'm so sorry".
Patrick struggled against his restraints trying to scream through the bitter taste of the leather gag in his mouth. Harris jabbed the needle hard into Patrick's arm and pressed the plunger. Patrick felt his consciousness slipping away as he pondered- how much deeper they were planning to send him?...
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