"You already know how they work, you see, if they were to create a biological transceiver that doesn't affect the mind, but instead direct your nerves then it would be possible."
Eleven stared in a daze, oblivious to everything that came out of the thin red lips of her's.
Noticing this, Eighty smiled nervously, she would've kicked herself if she could. Being a nerd she would more often than not, rant on about a topic, leaving the listener whom compared to her intellect pales in comparison, confused.
"What do you do when you want to move your hand?"
"I just think and it automatically moves."
Kariuki was never good in academics, some would even go on to say he was below average in everything related to books, that's why whenever she went on about science stuff, he would most likely change the subject. This time though, he couldn't, freedom of choosing what he deemed right was his top priority.
Eighty had noticed this pattern, but believed he didn't like those subjects, seeing him like this, she looked to have learned something else about him, which was that he was not just average, but dumb as a rock.
"In order for your hand to move, signals from your brain must be sent to your muscles. " She paused, glancing at Eleven who inturn nodded. "Those signals are transmitted by neurons through the nerves, now if you were to somehow connect a transceiver to the nerves like a second brain, then you can influence all the muscles in the body."
Eighty noticed the confusion and doubt that still rested in his eyes "have a seat." Tapping the bed she said, before opening the screen that previously floated above her.
Being more invested in this topic, Eleven approached the bed and sat on its edge beside her.
The 24 inch screen before them turned white and a second later a detailed picture of the human nervous system appeared.
"This is the nervous system, the one that sends signals from your brain to the rest of the body.
"My speculation is that, they managed to input a transceiver around here" using a pen shaped object she had in her hand, she circled the cerebellum. "Using a transmitter to send signals to it, and it reacts by sending signals stronger than your neurons, resulting in them overwriting your original desires.
"I'm leaning towards this more because even if your body acts on its own after the command, your mind can tell that those aren't your wishes, but when it tries to send signals to do otherwise, they are interjected."
"I don't know if this is true, but if it is, I wonder how it works on those with ranks and..."
"Can you do something about it?" Interrupting her, Eleven asked massaging his forehead. After everything she had just said, taking all that, he could hear a slight migraine creaping at him.
"Not until I'm 99% certain, it's the case."
"How do you plan on doing that?" Eleven asked with a raised eyebrow.
Hearing that, a maniacly smile appeared on her face as she answered.
"Through experimentation of course."
Eleven didn't wanna imagine what was going on in her head, but judging by that smile it wasn't going to be something good or simple, and he was sure as hell not gonna be there for it.
He stood up from the bed, and fast stepped towards the door, before he heard something he would've really wanted to avoid.
"Next time be ready to be dissected."
He didn't answer or look back as he walked out the door.
.....
I think leaving this place's going to take a while closing his room door, Eleven whispered before pressing a small button on the blonze armour that was under his left armpit.
Immediately after, the armour came off, leaving him in a white short and black vest. The armour folded into a small box that wasn't even 5 centimetres, to which Eleven picked up and placed it in a small wardrobe that was on the right.
Finishing up everything, he marched towards a king sized bed that floated about half a meter high.
The moment his head hit the soft mattress, he promptly went straight to the dream world.
******
*Knock! knock*
A rythmic knock sounded in Eleven's room, making him sit up on the bed with a flown, he glanced towards it.
Yawning and stretching lazily, he got off the bed and walked towards the door, before opening it.
"What?" Having already figured out the culprit, he asked with a voice filled with annoyance.
"I want to spar."