And Unto Infinitum

[Silver.2]

Part 2

--Unknown Man--

--Months Later--

So long now, for the man. So many days, weeks...at least, he thought so. Time just blurred into one long, white monotony, broken only by the quick jolts of the drugs they ut in him. He supposed this was what eternity felt like, except it wasn't eternity and people kept stabbing him with needles.

But, you know, those drugs worked, for the most part. He never really felt a need to act out. Just a quiet longing for stimulus, all but blocked out, that kept his ear open to the next bit of speech, the next rumor...anything.

It wasn't like it was all bad, though. It gave him time to think, to obsess over news about him, what they would do. To plan, in some ways, but in others just to understand. He figured that if things were going to change, he wanted to prepare.

To live.


The Logs of Doctor Neret

Date: March 15th, 817 A.S.

Recording Time: 9:48 P.M.

Things are going quite well with our little "Psycho". Or, as he would be known now, Detainee 0914. Psycho fits better, though, so...it probably wont die out any time soon.

We've put Detainee 0914 through intensive drug treatment, along with a constant sedative regiment. We've seen progress with him; Most of his aggressive behavior has been dulled, he appears to be more willing to take the drugs...heck, he might just be leaving soon.

In addition, we've made progress with the Project. We just finished a meeting with some Navy Officer...we may be harboring an experiment that could help hundreds...thousands, even.

END LOG


--Daniel Eckerson--

--March 15th, 817 A.S.--

A man in Navy attire walked out down a star-white hall, the doors of a conference room sliding closed as he turned the corner. He was lightly built, clenching his hands around the suitcase he held as though it contained something worth a fortune.

Well...it did. So that's why.

Some of the scientists around him saluted as he walked by. Others just continued on with their work. And one particularly confused (and soon to be unemployed) man gave a racous laugh at him. None of it mattered to the Officer; It was a loony house, best not to get too involved. He'd even said that to the secretary who plopped him down in this dazzling white prison. But, of course, she didn't listen. Nobody listened to Danny.

As he walked into the bay, he gave a sigh of relief. The shuttle wasn't late, for once. No waiting around the cardi-sniffing grease monkeys. Just a nice, furnished interior, a calm trip through Texas, and maybe a pat on the back on West Point.


--Detainee 0914--

--Not Much Later--

The man tapped out a silenttune on his bed, repeating it over and over agiain. It was something sweet, something from his past...something he didn't want to remember. Yet there it clung, clear for the first time in ages.

It had become painful, though. He longed for the insanity, the shroud of his own design. Yet they were peeling it away, like the rund of a melon. They were making the sorrow come back.

That couldn't happen. He thought that he was just going to be here, drugged into oblivion. But they were going through it. It wasn't worth going by their wishes, not any more. All there was left to do was return to his fight. To end this penetration.


The Logs of Doctor Neret

Date: March 20th, 817 A.S.

Recording Time: 2:03 P.M.

Oh god...oh god...

De-...Detainee 0914 has caused the death of one of our own.

At 9:19 A.M., March 20th, 817 A.S., Wesley Reinman was stabbed through the heart while trying to give the Detainee his sedative regiment. The Detainee had apparently wrestled a needle from his supply pack, and then turned it on Dr. Reinman. Services will be held a week from now.

We've attained the Navy contract. Lets hope it breaks that frikkin' Psycho down.

END LOG