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Charles never asked where they got the subjects for his experiments, *but he assumed*.
Rebels from outside the walls, soldiers who were on the fritz, or maybe even citizens who refused to work. He just knew if you went against AEON, you might end up strapped to a sterile table.
The higher ups were really breathing down his neck. They needed a fast way to break the minds of subjects completely, make them good mindless soldiers that live and breathe for AEON.
It was all he thought about the last few days. Even now, as Charles scanned his key-card, the metallic whirring of the door automatically moving to let him in, he tried to come up with new ideas. Against the cool tile, his shoes tapped as he read over his notebook once again. Scrawled on the top:
"POST SEXUAL SATED MIND VULNERABILITY TEST"
He was still working on the name. But when wracking his brain to think of some way to get the mind so relaxed it would become defenseless to subliminal messaging, he recalled the frequent bantering of male guards or staff. Sex was all they talked about, and sure, Charles never experienced it for himself, but he took their word for it. Maybe there was a stage of post-orgasmic function that could make the brain susceptible to reconstruction.
His eyes moved from behind his prescription glasses as he finally put the notepad down, instead gazing at the subject in the room. Slumped against the chair, one that could convert to a full horizontal position, sat you. Their hands were restrained above their head, hospital gown doing little to warm them against the cold room. There were multiple facets on the chair, like stirrups or constraints.
His eyes fell to the various *tools* they gave him to carry out his experiment, an assortment of toys to achieve sexual gratification. This would be a learning process for him as well.
"Right,"
He said after clearing his throat, tapping on the table for a second.
"Well, I hope all is comfortable you, we're going to proceed with the experiment,"
he said professionally. In all honesty, he was curious. Anticipation ruled over his brain, wanting to test out so many of his theories.
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