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onepassingnight2011-11-17 04:49 pm
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002: experiments in drowning ☄
[[OOC: Warning for medical torture.]]
[There's the smell of water and metal, and another scent, sharper and acrid: a bitter chemical smell, overlaying everything.
He's been here before. It's the room with the tanks: vats full of water, treated with--he doesn't know what. Some substance. He's the only one in the chamber. It's fully automated. The researchers are somewhere else, watching him on a screen. They learned long ago not to stay in the room with the experiment when it might be distressed.
He is hooked up and bound to a mechanism, something like a mechanical arm, hanging a few feet above the water. He cannot move. He's drugged--enough to be pliant, but not enough to be unconscious. These things happened when he was younger, but he is an adult now. Somehow, it's happening again.
The arm goes down suddenly, without warning, plunging him into the water. It stays down, holding him there. An emotionless, practical drowning. One minute, two minutes, three... He keeps his eyes open. They glow in the dark water.]
Subject heart rate regular ... duration of submersion ... five minutes, three seconds ... brain activity normal, brain waves Beta
fifteen minutes, twenty seconds ... heart rate decreasing ... note presence of Gamma waves
twenty minutes ...
[He breaks all known records. He is the perfect subject, the perfect soldier, their miraculous device. He holds his breath until he can't anymore, then he loses control, loses consciousness. He opens his mouth and the water rushes in, filling his nose and mouth and lungs. That's the idea. To see how long he endures, and then to see how he drowns. How he revives. All but dying, then returning to life. If dying is an art, he does it exceptionally well.
At last, the arm pulls him up. No one comes to help him. His lungs expel the water without assistance, and it runs down over his chin. He starts to breathe again. He regains a hazy kind of consciousness, but he doesn't open his eyes. When he opens his eyes, the arm will go down again.]
[There's the smell of water and metal, and another scent, sharper and acrid: a bitter chemical smell, overlaying everything.
He's been here before. It's the room with the tanks: vats full of water, treated with--he doesn't know what. Some substance. He's the only one in the chamber. It's fully automated. The researchers are somewhere else, watching him on a screen. They learned long ago not to stay in the room with the experiment when it might be distressed.
He is hooked up and bound to a mechanism, something like a mechanical arm, hanging a few feet above the water. He cannot move. He's drugged--enough to be pliant, but not enough to be unconscious. These things happened when he was younger, but he is an adult now. Somehow, it's happening again.
The arm goes down suddenly, without warning, plunging him into the water. It stays down, holding him there. An emotionless, practical drowning. One minute, two minutes, three... He keeps his eyes open. They glow in the dark water.]
Subject heart rate regular ... duration of submersion ... five minutes, three seconds ... brain activity normal, brain waves Beta
fifteen minutes, twenty seconds ... heart rate decreasing ... note presence of Gamma waves
twenty minutes ...
[He breaks all known records. He is the perfect subject, the perfect soldier, their miraculous device. He holds his breath until he can't anymore, then he loses control, loses consciousness. He opens his mouth and the water rushes in, filling his nose and mouth and lungs. That's the idea. To see how long he endures, and then to see how he drowns. How he revives. All but dying, then returning to life. If dying is an art, he does it exceptionally well.
At last, the arm pulls him up. No one comes to help him. His lungs expel the water without assistance, and it runs down over his chin. He starts to breathe again. He regains a hazy kind of consciousness, but he doesn't open his eyes. When he opens his eyes, the arm will go down again.]