Whiter Shade of Pale
Project 773 – Exploration 7 -
EverY good boY does fine. (FACE!)
Water, earth, air, & fire, onlY three in a funeral pYre.
Walter's reverting back to his crackpot little rhymes again, waving the neuro-stimulator around like a rag doll or perhaps a small child that no one particularly likes. But I see that he is good with the boy who seldom talks. He appears to have thoughts in his head which, if accessed, could be instrumental in our findings regarding Cortexiphan. Or so we're willing to believe until he can prove us otherwise.
The games his father constructed tell of his intellect. He is especially quick at completing the light box test but it tires him almost immediately. William is already pressing that the first batch of children be primed and ready for the administration of the drug as a simple trial and error. The children can easily be sprung if we target the money-hungry parents blinded by the pretense of assisting medical science. The second – official – batch of children probably won't be for another few years yet.
The difficulty lies in controlling our crop if the current subject continues to resist experimentation. His special gift wars with his sullen temperament. He would rather be pushing himself along on his tricycle or building a sandcastle like an average child to save him from accepting the responsibility that comes with possessing an IQ of one-ninety.
I was no less reluctant to work with him as he is us. At first, I didn't think it fair on a young boy, especially as young as he is. But I'm just the assistant to the Bell and Bishop Show, I've learned not to question them anymore. Ethics be left at the door because regardless of his age or potential medical health repercussions, he is merely the means to our end. In the future, if he co-operates, there can be many more like him.
William tries to attach the neuro-stimulator but the subject kicks and pulls. To think Walter was hesitant when I insisted he be restrained at the wrists this time.
Hail the neurostimulator! How I love to plug and plaY her!
Is there nothing she can't do? From Simon SaYs to Peek-a-boo?
The halo made to open locks, into our brains, into our thoughts.
A window to the conscious mind, hidden thoughts & clues to find.
Music playing softly, slowly. Walter's dancing with the equipment again, trying to calm the subject. A smile. He relaxes. Incorrigible thoughts, as if he were mentally stuttering. Ah, their family curse: thinking too hard. Sedation will lessen the higher brain function. I almost feel sorry for him (or perhaps 'It' suits him better, more appropriate) when he squeezes his eyes closed, crying and afraid, and Walter forces his hand into a fist to find the vein in his forearm.
But it's sloppy getting attached to a lab rat even if he does take form of a sweet little boy. He's simply Exploration 7.
