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The next tests they had lined up for me were in water, and I’d been looking forward to them all morning. But still, I sat staring into the tank, thinking about how my life had completely changed, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Was this to be my life now? Being poked at and watched and tested until they were satisfied that they could gain no more from me?
Then they would probably pass me on to the next team of scientists to play with when they were done with me. I was a lab rat. Nothing more. The moment the Eibhlin Process had commenced, my life was forfeit. I was Dr Starrick’s property, like a piece of lab equipment. And so were the other people they’d subjected to it.
I refused to join the hustle and bustle going on around me. I wanted to stay there in the safety of my mind.
Alth
