Once he was safely in his room, Dib sagged against the closed door. Christ, he didn't want to have anything to do with his Dad today. Normally he wouldn't mind skipping skool but…this wasn't going to be a field trip. Who knew if his father was over being knocked out? Dib stripped and, despite saying he was only going to change, he took a quick shower. As he pulled on clean clothes, a little sound of relief escaped him. The feeling of uncleanliness had been getting to him. He toweled off his hair, the characteristic spike popping up, defiantly. Dib could hear his dad moving around downstairs. Damn. The boy slowly descended the stairs, not entirely surprised to see his father waiting at the foot of them.

"Come on Son! This could be fun!" Professor Membrane called out, causing a feeling of Doom to settle on Dib. This would be the exact opposite of fun.

White hallways filled his vision as Dib walked through his Dad's workplace. His feeling of uneasiness increased every time someone they passed stopped and stared. Or worse; they avoided making eye contact with him at all. Father and son came to an empty examination room. Room 101. The surgical table seemed primed and ready for use, but there was no subject in sight. Dib struggled with the growing panic.

"So…Dad. What are you doing today? Curing cancer or something?"

Membrane looked at him, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves on and replied coldly.

"I did that last week. No, we're here to cure insanity."

Dib paled. "Uh…so how do you plan to do that?"

"By experimentation on a living subject, of course."

The human boy backed up and prepared himself to run. He'd read the true story of The Little Red Riding Hood and had a sinking suspicion as to where this was going. "Who are you using?" Membrane's coat slipped down and his son could see the sick smile.

"You."

Dib ran for his life. Shitshitshit! This was just wrong. He knew his dad hated him, "why" still eluded him, but still…this was wrong. He desperately sought an exit sign, finding nothing but endless white corridors. Soon Dib was completely lost, not knowing which way to go. Why the fucking hell did everything have to look the SAME! As he dashed around another corner, he found a wall of lab security waiting to pounce. He spun around to retreat only to find that more had snuck up behind him, cutting off his route of escape. Dib was dragged, kicking and screaming, to the surgical table. He was quickly restrained. Professor Membrane watched from nearby as his only son strained against the metal cuffs.

"Dad! What the hell is this? I'm not crazy and you know it!"

Membrane's response was to grab a syringe off of the equipment cart. It was filled with a clear liquid and Dib turned his head as it was jabbed mercilessly into his arm.

"All in the name of Science" was the last thing the soon-to-be lab rat heard before his body succumbed to the sedative.

Membrane watched his son lose against the drugs effect without any remorse. It served the little bastard right. He had seen the results of Dib's IQ test when the skool had sent it home with the boy's report card. 175. Twenty-five points higher than his fathers. And what did he waste it on! Chasing aliens! How dare the ungrateful brat be smarter than The Professor Membrane and then rub it in his face by not doing what was expected of him!

Membrane's hands shook as he grabbed the scalpel. He took a moment to calm himself. His anger might cause him to make a mistake. That simply wasn't allowed. When he looked down at the still form of Dib, his ire sparked again. But that would soon change. The microchip he was placing in Dib's brain would do two things. It would not only give him readout of brain activity, it would also, with the signal, release little parasitic chips to destroy the nervous system. It would kill his son bit by agonizing bit.

Membrane made the first incision humming the funeral march to himself.