Psy-Ops
"State your designation."
"My name is Max."
The doctor motioned to a couple of guards standing nearby. Before she could react, Max was grabbed and dragged over to a metal chair in the center of the room. One of the guards struggled to pin her down while another strapped her into the chair. Once she was secured the doctor asked again.
"State your designation."
"Are you deaf or just stupid? I said, my name is Max." The girl sassed.
The doctor shook his head and nodded to one of the guards. Max received a shock from his taser that left her shaking.
"State your designation."
"Go to hell." The stubborn brunette growled.
The doctor looks over at the guard again and motions for him to turn up the voltage. The soldier steps towards the girl and zaps her again. She convulses for a few minutes and a small moan escapes her lips.
The doctor smiles and says quietly "One more chance, 452. State your designation."
A tear escapes her eye and she whispers, "My name is Max."
A door opens and Director Renfro walks in. "So how are we doing?" The doctor shakes his head and reports "We've been at this every day for a month. We've taken it up to 1500 volts and she's still resisting. If we go any higher it could cause brain damage."
The director frowns and taps her foot. "I think maybe its time for a different approach. Get the girl and follow me." The blond woman turned and walked out.
The guards each take an arm and half walk/half drag Max down the hall. Director Renfro stops in front of an iron door marked DARK ROOM.
"How long can she last in here without food or water?" The director asks the doctor.
"No more than 4 or 5 days, but with everything she's been through, I wouldn't recommend going beyond 3."
"Hmmm." The director thinks for a moment then pats Max on the cheek. "I'll see you in a week. Be a good girl, 452."
"Not likely." Max responds defiantly.
Director Renfro chuckles and starts to walk away. She stops after a few feet and calls over her shoulder, "Don't forget to turn on the heartbeat monitor, Doctor."
As the iron door closes, the girl inside begins to scream.
Seven days later a pale and shaking girl is pulled from the dark room and escorted back to Psy-Ops. As they enter the observation room the girl begins to shake harder and her legs give way beneath her. At one end of the room is a large operating table, a young man is strapped down on top of it.
"Zack" the girl sobs.
"He was a brave soldier, your brother Zack." Director Renfro walks up behind Max and places her hands on the girl's shoulders. "He must have loved you very much."
"What have you done to him?" the girl rasps, her voice hoarse and nearly gone from days of screaming.
"He is our ultimate organ donor. His kidney and liver went to soldiers wounded on the field. His bone marrow has been used for a transplant and his heart, as you well know, went to you." The director slowly maneuvers the girl closer to the table.
"He's still alive!" Max gasps as the soldier's one visible eye looks up at her.
"Oh yes, he's very much alive and aware of what's going on around him. We've replaced the harvested organs with synthetics. They are much better quality actually. The technology is amazing. I've already had several offers from companies that want to buy him. Of course, most of them just want the technology so they'll probably dissect him and remove the parts they want to study." Renfro shrugs and walks over to look out the window.
"No please, you can't do that!" The young woman drops to her knees and begins to beg.
Renfro looked over at her with false compassion on her face. "Well, that all depends on you, 452. If you agree to cooperate, I'll consider keeping him around. If not, well then he's really no use to me anymore. Consider his life as sort of sign-on bonus."
Max looked at the woman and anger flashed in her eyes. "You are one sick bitch, you know that?!"
"So I've been told," she answered drily. "You know, 452, it wouldn't be that back to us. We may not be able to make you forget your life on the outside, but we do have ways of making you not care."
Max stood up and walked back over to the table where her big brother lay. He was a monstrosity now, half man, half machine and it hurt Max's heart to look at him. The possibility of losing him again hurt worse though. She leaned down and kissed Zack on the cheek. "I'm sorry, big brother, but I have to do this. I can't lose you again." Turning away she wiped her eyes and nodded to the Director. "I'm ready."
"State your designation."
"My name is Max."
The doctor motioned to a couple of guards standing nearby. Before she could react, Max was grabbed and dragged over to a metal chair in the center of the room. One of the guards struggled to pin her down while another strapped her into the chair. Once she was secured the doctor asked again.
"State your designation."
"Are you deaf or just stupid? I said, my name is Max." The girl sassed.
The doctor shook his head and nodded to one of the guards. Max received a shock from his taser that left her shaking.
"State your designation."
"Go to hell." The stubborn brunette growled.
The doctor looks over at the guard again and motions for him to turn up the voltage. The soldier steps towards the girl and zaps her again. She convulses for a few minutes and a small moan escapes her lips.
The doctor smiles and says quietly "One more chance, 452. State your designation."
A tear escapes her eye and she whispers, "My name is Max."
A door opens and Director Renfro walks in. "So how are we doing?" The doctor shakes his head and reports "We've been at this every day for a month. We've taken it up to 1500 volts and she's still resisting. If we go any higher it could cause brain damage."
The director frowns and taps her foot. "I think maybe its time for a different approach. Get the girl and follow me." The blond woman turned and walked out.
The guards each take an arm and half walk/half drag Max down the hall. Director Renfro stops in front of an iron door marked DARK ROOM.
"How long can she last in here without food or water?" The director asks the doctor.
"No more than 4 or 5 days, but with everything she's been through, I wouldn't recommend going beyond 3."
"Hmmm." The director thinks for a moment then pats Max on the cheek. "I'll see you in a week. Be a good girl, 452."
"Not likely." Max responds defiantly.
Director Renfro chuckles and starts to walk away. She stops after a few feet and calls over her shoulder, "Don't forget to turn on the heartbeat monitor, Doctor."
As the iron door closes, the girl inside begins to scream.
Seven days later a pale and shaking girl is pulled from the dark room and escorted back to Psy-Ops. As they enter the observation room the girl begins to shake harder and her legs give way beneath her. At one end of the room is a large operating table, a young man is strapped down on top of it.
"Zack" the girl sobs.
"He was a brave soldier, your brother Zack." Director Renfro walks up behind Max and places her hands on the girl's shoulders. "He must have loved you very much."
"What have you done to him?" the girl rasps, her voice hoarse and nearly gone from days of screaming.
"He is our ultimate organ donor. His kidney and liver went to soldiers wounded on the field. His bone marrow has been used for a transplant and his heart, as you well know, went to you." The director slowly maneuvers the girl closer to the table.
"He's still alive!" Max gasps as the soldier's one visible eye looks up at her.
"Oh yes, he's very much alive and aware of what's going on around him. We've replaced the harvested organs with synthetics. They are much better quality actually. The technology is amazing. I've already had several offers from companies that want to buy him. Of course, most of them just want the technology so they'll probably dissect him and remove the parts they want to study." Renfro shrugs and walks over to look out the window.
"No please, you can't do that!" The young woman drops to her knees and begins to beg.
Renfro looked over at her with false compassion on her face. "Well, that all depends on you, 452. If you agree to cooperate, I'll consider keeping him around. If not, well then he's really no use to me anymore. Consider his life as sort of sign-on bonus."
Max looked at the woman and anger flashed in her eyes. "You are one sick bitch, you know that?!"
"So I've been told," she answered drily. "You know, 452, it wouldn't be that back to us. We may not be able to make you forget your life on the outside, but we do have ways of making you not care."
Max stood up and walked back over to the table where her big brother lay. He was a monstrosity now, half man, half machine and it hurt Max's heart to look at him. The possibility of losing him again hurt worse though. She leaned down and kissed Zack on the cheek. "I'm sorry, big brother, but I have to do this. I can't lose you again." Turning away she wiped her eyes and nodded to the Director. "I'm ready."