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be weird," I said. "Things are already weird enough." She opened one of the drawers beside her and pulled out a hypodermic needle, along with a tiny bottle of some sort of liquid. I broke a sweat. "Got plans for that involving me?" I asked her, wondering if I'd have to fight her to get to the door and what would happen if I made an aggressive first move. "Only if you agree to it," she said. That was when I remembered what Partain had said about his own research, and how his team had dosed themselves with the experimental memory treatment once the investigations had commenced. The option of aggression became more logical. "Uh, no thanks," I answered. "What is it?" "This," she said, tapping the air bubbles out of the syringe, "will put you to sleep. Another doctor will come in, give you a cursory examination, and we will make sure that you are clear to be relocated to another facility." "Wait a minute. Another facility? Put me to sleep? No way. No!" I insisted. "Relax. You can always just leave. Here's the door," she said, stepping out of the way. "Or you could trust us." |
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