. . .
He opens his eyes and sees no colour. Just grey. White. Black. Someone else is here with him. In him. They're chanting. He can't remember when it started but it hasn't stopped since then. He hears the words in his head. Sees them in his eyes. Feels them in his veins. He can't feel anything else. Can't remember anything. Bright light flashes into the tank. Swirls in the gel. The tank is drained. It opens. The one inside him takes a step with his legs. Stretches with his hands. Someone tells him "Good boy". The one inside him makes him open his mouth. Makes him move his tongue. Makes him say the words of the chant aloud. "Ready to obey." And then, they ask him to kill.