Somewhere out there.
Somewhere, it could be anywhere.
Everything is white. The rooms are each the same, no difference, size, lighting, even the same cream off white paint.
Lights, way too bright.
Men, some white, others dark skinned, are pacing across a hallway between the small cells. They all have something in common, gloves, a lab coat, gas masks, all cold and serious.
Pressing a button that seems to blend into the wall, a huge door opens, revealing a room no small than two football fields, also very well lit. Tables are lined up across the room, men, women, its, and animals are up top them, all faceless to us, strangers.
A tall stern man steps across the room, stopping before an older dark male, with a well-groomed beard.
“The subjects?”
“Secured. Out cold. Chips implanted. The last few years will seem like nothing more than a dream to them. If somehow they do regain their memories, a failsafe will be set off. SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION. The ‘Revolution’ is over. They are under our command.”
“Excellent. Any difficulties?”
“Only the over large brute, his skin was very dense, but after hours of chipping away layer after layer, we got through.”
“Time for our new members to be tested. Pin them up against each other, I want to see their power limits. I want to see blood.”
“Yes sir.”
[ 02-08-2002: Message edited by: Chewy Walrus ]
