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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
snaked from it to a complex array of monitors that
flashed to life, displaying intricate, real-time images of
her brain.
"This will be… uncomfortable, Dr. Hayes," one of
the lab coats, a man with thin, precise fingers,
murmured. "But rest assured, it is for the greater
good."
Evelyn closed her eyes, trying to retreat into the
stillness. She tried to build her neural firewall, to
activate the counter-frequency Mallory had shown her.
But the sedative, the exhaustion, the sheer terror –
they weighed her down.
A pulsing sensation began at her temples,
spreading rapidly throughout her skull. It wasn't pain,
not yet. It was an invasive pressure. A feeling of being
violated from within.
Her memories flashed across the monitors, raw
and exposed. Mallory’s face, laughing. Her first
patient, the triumphant moment of healing. The
leather-bound book, its ancient symbols glowing.
"She's resisting," Dr. Volkov, reported.
"Significant neural resistance. She's attempting to
suppress the data."
His eyes narrowed. "Increase the intensity. We
will not be denied."
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