6 days earlier....
The doctor opened the small metal box, inside was a white powdery substance.
"Phencyclidine or PCP" the doctor said, as he held the box in front of Clause Muller, KAOS's top agent and assassin. "It was developed in the 1950s as an intravenous anesthetic but, due to the side effects of confusion and delirium, its development for human medical use was discontinued in 1965. In its pure form, it is a white crystalline powder that readily dissolves in water or alcohol. It is relatively cheap to produce and we believe it could be a very addictive street drug. On the illicit drug market, KAOS will make a fortune with this drug."
"This is exactly what KAOS needs to finance their operations," Muller nodded. "But tell me, doc, have you tested it yet?"
"Up to this point, we have only tested on lab rats. What we needed was a human subject ... and that's where your prisoner, CONTROL agent 86, comes in."
"I see. Now I understand why you wouldn't let us kill him."
The doctor nodded to the guard and the man quickly disappeared behind the door. Moments later, two burly KAOS agents dragged a kicking and struggling Max into the small room.
"Get his shirt off," the doctor told the one agent.
"What are you planing to do to me?" Max asked, apprehensively.
The one agent grabbed the front of his shirt and violently ripped it off. Max was then forced back into the chair. His arms were clamped to the arms of the chair with leather bands, and his legs were pulled close to the chair legs with the same type of bands. There was also one across his chest. Several electrodes were placed on his chest to monitor his heart and pulse rate.
"Mr. Smart, we are ready to begin ...," the doctor said, as he prepared the needle.
Max began to panic. "Now wait one minute! What are you going to do?"
The doctor held the needle in front of Max's face, causing Max's heart rate to accelerate.
"What is that stuff?" he anxiously inquired.
The doctor paid no attention to his question and proceeded. Max winced as the doctor slowly inserted the needle into his left arm. Max watched with great horror and anticipation, as the brown-tinted liquid disappeared from the syringe into his vain.
"Momentarily, you will feel a burning sensation in
your left arm, as the drug enters your vein." Max felt tears stinging his eyes as the burning sensation began. The needle was removed and the doctor took a step back to observe his'patient'.
Not knowing what kind of poison was pumped into his system, Max tried to fight out of the restraints
"Mr. Smart, don't struggle. Just relax and let the drug take effect."
But Max had no intentions of relaxing, so he continued to twist and thrash. Within 2 min, Max's reflexes started to slow as he sat stiffly upright, eyes wide, and sweat collecting in beads on his face.
"Mr. Smart?" the doctor softly called out.
Max rigidly looked toward him, eyes wild with no emotion in them. His bodily feelings were so distorted that he began to panic.
"What have you done to me? Let me out of here," Max slurred. Suddenly Max tried to get up but the restraints kept him in place. As hard as he strained he couldn't budge from the chair. With a more pronounced rise in blood pressure and pulse rate, Max began to get the feeling of floating on a cloud, totally detached from everyone and the universe. Everything looked larger and smaller at the same time, and his entire body was numb. He was too stoned to care what was going on. The loud sounds, voices, rough touches, all played a backdrop to his world of hazy spinning walls and pleasant euphoria. At first he could barely tell what was real and what was part of the drug-induced fantasy in his head. Max began to feel as if he knew everything that was going on but none of it mattered.
The drug was in full effect now. The doctors walked over to Max. "Mr. Smart? How are you feeling?" The voice penetrated the fog of his mind, and Max stared at him. The voice repeated in slow motion, "Mr. Smart, how do you feel?"
Max opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out.
Muller walked over to Max and looked closely at him. "Doc, what's happening to him?"
"The drug usually takes effect after 2-3 minutes, if injected. As you can see, Mr. Smart is in a state of complete drug-induced intoxication.
Muller gave a wicked smile, "Excellent."
"A moderate amount of PCP often causes users to feel detached, distant, and estranged from their surroundings. Numbness of the extremities, slurred speech, loss of coordination, blank stares, and rapid and involuntary eye movements are among the more observable effects." The doctor said as he noted each of Max's actions "You might be interested in knowing that another effect of the drug is the person's ability to withstand pain. Feelings of strength, power, and invulnerability overcome the user.
"Interesting, doctor. Can we see an example?"
The doctor walked over to the agent, "May I?" The doctor motioned to him for his lit cigarette. Handing it over, the doctor ground the lit end of the cigarette into Max's chest. The KAOS agent winced at this sudden display of barbarity, while Max did not respond to what should have been an extremely painful experience.
"As you can see sensation is dissociated. Some people lose track of their bodies and do not feel pain," the doctor continued.
"Fantastic," remarked the agent. A sadistic streak came over him. "He feels no pain, huh?"
The doctor looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, the drug blocks out certain nerve endings in the brain."
Muller removed his gun from his holster and grabbed the barrel tightly. He took careful aim, and slammed it down on top of Max's pinky finger. Max's body jolted forward but had yet to yell out in pain. Eyes half open and surroundings diffused, Max was unaffected by the brutal action of the agent. Max's finger instantly began to swell and turn purple.
The doctor chastised the agent for such primitive savagery.
"If you don't mind, we will be the ones conducting the tests on him" "Look, doc, he's my prisoner and I'll do what I want," the agent growled at him.
"Knowing the violent nature of Muller, the doctor quickly changes direction, "I think he's had enough today. We shall continue with the experiment in the morning."
The two burly KAOS agents untied and hoisted Max out of the chair, dragging him out the door.
"We will up his dosage tomorrow to see what kind of reaction we get."
"Very good, doc. How much longer before we can start pushing this stuff?"
"A few more days should tell us what we need to know."
Max was dropped inside his cell on the floor and left to fend for himself. After 2 hours, the drug's effectiveness started to subside. He still felt spaced out and extremely tired, but the numbness was subsiding also. His finger began to pound with a dull, throbbing pain. The same pain beat at his temples and into his brain, which was suddenly deprived of the pleasure stimulant that had flooded it for the last couple of hours. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Gathering whatever strength he could muster, Max crawled up onto the dirty cot and collapsed.
To be continued
The doctor opened the small metal box, inside was a white powdery substance.
"Phencyclidine or PCP" the doctor said, as he held the box in front of Clause Muller, KAOS's top agent and assassin. "It was developed in the 1950s as an intravenous anesthetic but, due to the side effects of confusion and delirium, its development for human medical use was discontinued in 1965. In its pure form, it is a white crystalline powder that readily dissolves in water or alcohol. It is relatively cheap to produce and we believe it could be a very addictive street drug. On the illicit drug market, KAOS will make a fortune with this drug."
"This is exactly what KAOS needs to finance their operations," Muller nodded. "But tell me, doc, have you tested it yet?"
"Up to this point, we have only tested on lab rats. What we needed was a human subject ... and that's where your prisoner, CONTROL agent 86, comes in."
"I see. Now I understand why you wouldn't let us kill him."
The doctor nodded to the guard and the man quickly disappeared behind the door. Moments later, two burly KAOS agents dragged a kicking and struggling Max into the small room.
"Get his shirt off," the doctor told the one agent.
"What are you planing to do to me?" Max asked, apprehensively.
The one agent grabbed the front of his shirt and violently ripped it off. Max was then forced back into the chair. His arms were clamped to the arms of the chair with leather bands, and his legs were pulled close to the chair legs with the same type of bands. There was also one across his chest. Several electrodes were placed on his chest to monitor his heart and pulse rate.
"Mr. Smart, we are ready to begin ...," the doctor said, as he prepared the needle.
Max began to panic. "Now wait one minute! What are you going to do?"
The doctor held the needle in front of Max's face, causing Max's heart rate to accelerate.
"What is that stuff?" he anxiously inquired.
The doctor paid no attention to his question and proceeded. Max winced as the doctor slowly inserted the needle into his left arm. Max watched with great horror and anticipation, as the brown-tinted liquid disappeared from the syringe into his vain.
"Momentarily, you will feel a burning sensation in
your left arm, as the drug enters your vein." Max felt tears stinging his eyes as the burning sensation began. The needle was removed and the doctor took a step back to observe his'patient'.
Not knowing what kind of poison was pumped into his system, Max tried to fight out of the restraints
"Mr. Smart, don't struggle. Just relax and let the drug take effect."
But Max had no intentions of relaxing, so he continued to twist and thrash. Within 2 min, Max's reflexes started to slow as he sat stiffly upright, eyes wide, and sweat collecting in beads on his face.
"Mr. Smart?" the doctor softly called out.
Max rigidly looked toward him, eyes wild with no emotion in them. His bodily feelings were so distorted that he began to panic.
"What have you done to me? Let me out of here," Max slurred. Suddenly Max tried to get up but the restraints kept him in place. As hard as he strained he couldn't budge from the chair. With a more pronounced rise in blood pressure and pulse rate, Max began to get the feeling of floating on a cloud, totally detached from everyone and the universe. Everything looked larger and smaller at the same time, and his entire body was numb. He was too stoned to care what was going on. The loud sounds, voices, rough touches, all played a backdrop to his world of hazy spinning walls and pleasant euphoria. At first he could barely tell what was real and what was part of the drug-induced fantasy in his head. Max began to feel as if he knew everything that was going on but none of it mattered.
The drug was in full effect now. The doctors walked over to Max. "Mr. Smart? How are you feeling?" The voice penetrated the fog of his mind, and Max stared at him. The voice repeated in slow motion, "Mr. Smart, how do you feel?"
Max opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out.
Muller walked over to Max and looked closely at him. "Doc, what's happening to him?"
"The drug usually takes effect after 2-3 minutes, if injected. As you can see, Mr. Smart is in a state of complete drug-induced intoxication.
Muller gave a wicked smile, "Excellent."
"A moderate amount of PCP often causes users to feel detached, distant, and estranged from their surroundings. Numbness of the extremities, slurred speech, loss of coordination, blank stares, and rapid and involuntary eye movements are among the more observable effects." The doctor said as he noted each of Max's actions "You might be interested in knowing that another effect of the drug is the person's ability to withstand pain. Feelings of strength, power, and invulnerability overcome the user.
"Interesting, doctor. Can we see an example?"
The doctor walked over to the agent, "May I?" The doctor motioned to him for his lit cigarette. Handing it over, the doctor ground the lit end of the cigarette into Max's chest. The KAOS agent winced at this sudden display of barbarity, while Max did not respond to what should have been an extremely painful experience.
"As you can see sensation is dissociated. Some people lose track of their bodies and do not feel pain," the doctor continued.
"Fantastic," remarked the agent. A sadistic streak came over him. "He feels no pain, huh?"
The doctor looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, the drug blocks out certain nerve endings in the brain."
Muller removed his gun from his holster and grabbed the barrel tightly. He took careful aim, and slammed it down on top of Max's pinky finger. Max's body jolted forward but had yet to yell out in pain. Eyes half open and surroundings diffused, Max was unaffected by the brutal action of the agent. Max's finger instantly began to swell and turn purple.
The doctor chastised the agent for such primitive savagery.
"If you don't mind, we will be the ones conducting the tests on him" "Look, doc, he's my prisoner and I'll do what I want," the agent growled at him.
"Knowing the violent nature of Muller, the doctor quickly changes direction, "I think he's had enough today. We shall continue with the experiment in the morning."
The two burly KAOS agents untied and hoisted Max out of the chair, dragging him out the door.
"We will up his dosage tomorrow to see what kind of reaction we get."
"Very good, doc. How much longer before we can start pushing this stuff?"
"A few more days should tell us what we need to know."
Max was dropped inside his cell on the floor and left to fend for himself. After 2 hours, the drug's effectiveness started to subside. He still felt spaced out and extremely tired, but the numbness was subsiding also. His finger began to pound with a dull, throbbing pain. The same pain beat at his temples and into his brain, which was suddenly deprived of the pleasure stimulant that had flooded it for the last couple of hours. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Gathering whatever strength he could muster, Max crawled up onto the dirty cot and collapsed.
To be continued