The doctor was certain he had misunderstood. The president’s response was swift and stern. I’ve ordered a full wipe to be initiated on your command. I have a Memory Coder standing by, the doctor informed him. He would not make the same mistakes again. Until icy blue stones glared out from the sockets where his eyes had once been. An ignorant bystander might even describe the look in his eyes as adoring, particularly as he reached down to brush a strand of golden-brown hair from her face.īut the longer he watched her, the less innocuous his stare became. Without uttering a word, he gazed down upon her. The president walked unsteadily around the edge of the hovering metal slab that held the unconscious girl. It was a vast improvement over the mechanical chair that carried him only yesterday. The slender blond man entered the room ten minutes later, limping against a cane. When she was fully under, he sent for the president. The doctor watched her vitals on a monitor. The smile on her lips as her mind slipped into darkness was her last act of rebellion. As she drifted to sleep, she held one face in her mind.
The pressure of manually compelling the drug into the bloodstream.ĭon’t worry, he told her. The small popping sound it made as it penetrated the skin.
Of course, there were more modern ways to inject sedatives but he preferred the tactile feel of the needle. She watched the doctor prepare the needle, drawing up the Cv9 into the reservoir and inserting it directly into her vein. Even the crazy stories I make up in my head.
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