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Saturday, February 11 to Friday, February 17, 2006
On the seventh day of my Fort Dodge imprisonment, I woke with a new skullcap on. It had roughly ten times as many electrodes, about two or three hundred now. They weren't patches glued to my skin, but short needles that poked into the bone of my skull - I REALLY hoped not all the way through to my brain! I was REALLY pissed off! This got me angrier than anything they'd done before, even more than electrocuting my cock. That'd been part of a coercion game that I understood. The new skullcap, including drugging me to fit it, was very different. They weren't treating me as a human being but as one of their experimental animals, and I'd seen how those always ended up.
After anger, my next emotion was fear. What was this new cap capable of? I could still think, my minds could still talk to each other, and I'd already tried a sight blob so my special abilities seemed okay, but maybe the baddies could stop me with the flick of a switch. Would the next upgrade allow them to remotely control me? I was SERIOUSLY fucked if they could stop my special abilities, either now or after the next upgrade. And what was worse, human civilization was potentially seriously fucked too. But there was exactly zero I could say about the new cap. There was no point in my complaining, and less than no point in making threats to rip it off - that still appeared possible - because I knew they'd reattach it in a way that made it impossible to remove - they treat their animals with total disregard.
Out of fear I gave the new cap a very close inspection. As best I could tell, the very thin electrode needles were also very short, only just long enough to penetrate my skin, the thin layer of flesh and to reach my skull. A quick sight blob check elsewhere in the facility told me the date and time, and nowhere near enough time had passed for them to have drilled this number of tiny holes through my skull. My fear eased a little, but only because the situation wasn't YET as bad as I first thought. The "yet" was still very worrying.
With ten times as many electrodes as the previous version, it naturally had ten times as many wires running down the back of my head. They were bound together like a ponytail, which then plugged into a new machine. The cable was heavy and was going to be a pain in the neck to live with.
With so many electrodes, and presumably with them getting better reception by being into my skull rather than on my skin, they'd be learning even more about my brain's working. They must've liked what they already had learned to upgrade the equipment like this, so what would they be getting now?
I had to keep using sight blobs and NP-points because I'd never get out of here otherwise. Both those actions would doubtless show up on the new equipment even better than the old, further increasing my fear. I'd already created a sight blob to check out the new skullcap, and now I sent it into the anteroom to check the display. It was off. The anteroom wasn't monitored by a camera, so I took a small risk by using NP to turn the display on. It showed nothing. The cabling looked fine, so I guessed the new machine wasn't sending its data to this room. I turned the display off again, annoyed that I wouldn't know how much better their information was, not that I could do anything about it.
I felt an itchy spot behind my ear and moved my hand to scratch it.
{Click}. "Don't scratch that!"
"Why not? It's itchy."
"You might pull the plug out."
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"What sort of plug?"
"An ordinary plug. Like a cork."
"Why on Earth would I have a cork in my head?"
"To block the hole. Don't pull it out or your cerebral fluid will drain out."
"WHAT! Why the FUCK do I have a hole in my head?"
"Just leave it alone, or else!" {Click}.
I sent the sight blob to have a look, lifting the skullcap so it could see clearly. That got me a torrent of abuse and orders to leave it alone from the speaker, which I ignored. Under the skullcap there was a half-inch square Band-Aid stuck to my recently re-shaved skull, located just behind my left ear and up a bit. In the middle of the Band-Aid was a small bulge.
I grasped the corner of the Band-Aid, yelling, "Tell me what the hell you've done, or I'll pull this crap off to find out for myself."
{Click}. "Leave it alone or you'll lose your next meal."
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Looking through my own cerebral fluid had only short-range visibility but was surprisingly easy, and very weird. I could see the lumps on the outside of my own brain! I found the hole, and had the strange experience of looking up it from the inside. It was empty, and there was nothing embedded in my brain beneath the hole.
There was a very small hole in my brain matter where - if they were telling the truth - the probe would've penetrated to get its sample. Alternatively where they could've deposited something. I sent the sight blob slowly down the 'borehole' into my brain, all the way to the end, which was about half an inch in. I couldn't see any details, just a gray blur (apparently it's called "gray matter" for good reason), but a piece of technology should show up when the sight blob started overlapping it. I found nothing. The borehole was probably clean.
If they'd dropped anything small into the cerebral fluid, it could've washed anywhere around my brain, so I spent a couple of minutes searching the inside of my skull. It gave me time for my hot anger to turn into cold anger. I didn't find anything, including no indication that any of the many electrode needles penetrated my skull. Apparently the fuckers had just done what they'd said: taken a sample of my brain.
I sat there, not saying anything. Not even saying much to each other. We were too angry for conversation.
The nurse arrived and applied a fresh Band-Aid.
I caught her eye and told her, "You are very, very bad people."
If this was a James Bond movie, she'd be a gorgeous nurse who'd feel instant remorse, would fall in love with me, would help me escape, and we'd make love in some fantastic location while M was telling me to come back to work. What's the chance that someone working in a biochem weapons' development lab is capable of feeling remorse? This plain looking nurse certainly didn't. Her only emotion seemed to be annoyance at having to come put another Band-Aid on me. She performed the task efficiently, gave me a dirty look as a warning to leave it alone, then left.
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