24
A Trip To The Movies
I sit in a grey, windowless box of a room. I’m strapped into a chair. Dressed in an orange jumpsuit. The chair is leather and tilted back, my feet off the floor. My head against a headrest. It’s gloomy in here. A bald man in glasses in a lab coat appears by my side. He jabs me in the neck with some kind of shot. A clear serum in an injector pen.
I start to feel woozy.
He fixes some kind of weird, wiry shower cap to my head. Attaches electrodes. Squeezes in some tingling blue gel. I realise it’s a crude version of the things that mad Dutch doctor strapped on us in Alaska.
“This will allow us to read and manipulate his brainwave patterns,” Lab Coat says to someone.
I turn to the left to see the man from Barcelona—the professor-type—standing over me, like he’s ob
