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The device hummed to life. A clicking sound.
Evelyn felt a strange, tingling sensation on her scalp.
A pressure. As if invisible fingers were probing her
brain.
The woman watched the monitors. "Interesting.
Significant neural resistance. Almost as if… she's
actively shielding her thoughts."
The other lab coat, a man, grunted. "She's a
neuropsychologist. She knows the tricks."
"This is more than a trick," the woman murmured.
"This is… an adaptation. A radical one."
Evelyn held firm. She imagined a wall. A
shimmering, impenetrable barrier around her core
knowledge. She pushed the information deeper,
burying it in the furthest recesses of her mind,
cloaking it in layers of white noise.
The Director’s voice crackled over an intercom.
"Report."
"Subject Hayes is… uncooperative, Director," the
woman said, her voice tight with frustration. "Her
neural activity is highly resistant to our probes. It's
almost as if she can control her brainwave patterns at
will."
A pause. Then, The Director’s voice, colder,
sharper. "Then increase the intensity. We have no time
for games, Doctor. We need that information. Now."
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