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eyesofargos December 16 2009, 03:28:50 UTC
"ARGOS biological console ready for subject interrogation, Dr. Napoli."

The voice was a pleasant, almost human-sounding tenor that seemed to come from the surveillance camera staring unblinkingly at them both from the corner of the room. It still had an oddly artificial quality to it, the tone flat and without inflection or emotion. "Please note that physical proximity of subject to console of less than 10 meters preferred due to more accurate analysis of subject's reflexive and non-reflexive response."

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grey_of_heart December 16 2009, 03:46:04 UTC
"ARGOS is our information liason," Napoli says amiably as he walks behind Gabriel. There is a slight jarring feeling as the brakes are released on what he can only assume is a wheelchair. Soon they're moving out the room and down the hallway. Christ, his life seemed to be one long set of hallways.

"I think you two will get along well." Down in the elevator, down down down to another long, wide hallway. They stop at a nondescript door and Napoli walks back around. He unbuckles something at Gabriel's neck and the gag loosens and is pulled away.

"Gnngh..." His mouth is dry as a bone and tastes like rubber. Before he can say anything, Napoli has the door open and is wheeling him inside.

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eyesofargos December 16 2009, 06:01:17 UTC
The room they enter is enormous, at least the size of several large warehouses. The floor, walls and ceiling are all a pristine white, and the temperature is uncomfortably cool. The floor is metal grating, and underneath snake thousands of wires that connect to the forest of monolithic black machines that stretch in neat rows all the way to the back of the room ( ... )

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grey_of_heart December 16 2009, 13:43:15 UTC
This is not real. This is not real More mindfuckery. More--

But it feels too real. This is his world, this is.

"... Jeff?"

Between shock and dry mouth, it's all he can manage.

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