Max's Memories
I sat in the chair obediently. I was too young. I didn't know how to disobey, even if I knew these people cause me pain.
They latched the helmet onto me and strapped my arms and legs down. They tightened the girth around my abdomen, and I flinched.
"Generator…On," spoke a slow robotic voice. The sparks flew and the chair vibrated.
Then the memories came. All of Max's memories, feeling, emotions, thoughts… everything flooded into my brain. I felt the most excruciating terror and pain and fear all squished into my tiny four year old brain.
If it had been someone else's memories, it would have been pleasant. Not Max. Her four year old body had experience such pain and emotion, only God knows how she coped.
The flood of colors overwhelmed my brain and when they turned off the generator, I lay there limp and panting. I was more tired than I had been yesterday from the five hour treadmill run.
"Weak," Jeb whispered. He was right. I couldn't even take the pain of a four year olds memories.
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