Riddick was strapped to a cold metal table. A door beside him whooshed open and a doctor stepped through. Stevens and Counselor Evans stood in an adjacent room, looking through a pane of glass at patient and doctor. Even in Riddick's chained state, they knew what he was capable of, and they weren't taking any chances.
The doctor walked smoothly over to where Riddick lay. He carried a small electronic box attached to a wire with a sensor on the end of it. Sticking the sensor on Riddick's chest, he pushed some buttons on the meter.
"Vital stats are normal," he reported. Stevens and Counselor Evans heard him loud and clear through the speaker system set up between the two rooms.
"VMA-64," the doctor said, speaking to the computer "Run a deeper stats check. I want extra emphasis put on the patient's temperature. Alert me if it dips too low."
There was a beep and then an automated voice said, "Temperature of patient established to be 85.946 degrees Fahrenheit."
"But," the doctor continued, his brow crinkling, "his temperature should be about five or six degrees warmer." With that, he ripped the sensor off of Riddick's chest and was about to walk away when he was stopped by his "patient's" voice.
"You could try giving me clothes."
"What?" the doctor said, turning around to look at the window. Stevens stood pointing to Riddick until the doctor turned to look at his patient on the table.
"I said get me some clothes. And turn off the lights."
The doctor stood there for a moment, watching Riddick's lips move, and then he stepped toward the door.
"VMA-64. I want continued monitoring on the patient, name Richard B. Riddick. Patient number CDF-10-26. Notify Company security if patient ensues rash behavior. Notify lab technicians if patient's vital stats become irregular or abnormal. Do not harm the patient. Do not take verbal consent from patient under any circumstances."
"VMA-64 to comply," the computer said.
"It's a success," the doctor breathed as the door opened and he stepped out.
'Of course they wouldn't listen to me,' Riddick thought. 'They could at least turn the lights down. My head's killing me.'
Suddenly, a hissing sound filled Riddick's ears. He felt a cool breeze flow over his body, and smelled filtered air.
'What the hell...' Riddick thought before passing out.
The doctor walked smoothly over to where Riddick lay. He carried a small electronic box attached to a wire with a sensor on the end of it. Sticking the sensor on Riddick's chest, he pushed some buttons on the meter.
"Vital stats are normal," he reported. Stevens and Counselor Evans heard him loud and clear through the speaker system set up between the two rooms.
"VMA-64," the doctor said, speaking to the computer "Run a deeper stats check. I want extra emphasis put on the patient's temperature. Alert me if it dips too low."
There was a beep and then an automated voice said, "Temperature of patient established to be 85.946 degrees Fahrenheit."
"But," the doctor continued, his brow crinkling, "his temperature should be about five or six degrees warmer." With that, he ripped the sensor off of Riddick's chest and was about to walk away when he was stopped by his "patient's" voice.
"You could try giving me clothes."
"What?" the doctor said, turning around to look at the window. Stevens stood pointing to Riddick until the doctor turned to look at his patient on the table.
"I said get me some clothes. And turn off the lights."
The doctor stood there for a moment, watching Riddick's lips move, and then he stepped toward the door.
"VMA-64. I want continued monitoring on the patient, name Richard B. Riddick. Patient number CDF-10-26. Notify Company security if patient ensues rash behavior. Notify lab technicians if patient's vital stats become irregular or abnormal. Do not harm the patient. Do not take verbal consent from patient under any circumstances."
"VMA-64 to comply," the computer said.
"It's a success," the doctor breathed as the door opened and he stepped out.
'Of course they wouldn't listen to me,' Riddick thought. 'They could at least turn the lights down. My head's killing me.'
Suddenly, a hissing sound filled Riddick's ears. He felt a cool breeze flow over his body, and smelled filtered air.
'What the hell...' Riddick thought before passing out.