The Long Night Awaits(1)

Tossed and turned for hours and still couldn't sleep.Finally, I decided to take some pills, so I decided to take one and get a good night's sleep.There are dozens of bottles of sleeping pills in the bottles and jars on the medicine shelf, most of which are empty, and I found a new bottle with today's date on it. I didn't realize that they all expected that if they didn't take the pills today they would go crazy, and they were sure that they would definitely take them, so I counted on them to gamble right.Open the bottle cap, pour out a capsule, swallowed in one gulp, worthy of the latest research and development of the sample, tiredness instantly attacked, the smell of the medicine and heavy and choking, woke up and must give them feedback on this point.

This sleeping pill project is called Long Night, the goal is to develop sleeping pills that allow for lucid dreaming, allowing people to experience the feeling of having the world under their control, but often the more powerful something is, the more it has two sides, it also has the use of being able to drive people crazy, continuously addicted, harder than drugs, using the blurring of the boundaries between falsehood and reality to drive into psychosis.

Diary of Subject 601

The first day at the lab, the physical indicators were checked as required.Stayed in a single room, white square room, installed with 360-degree surveillance cameras, with a separate bathroom.All rounded corners, soft texture, wrapped in soft leather, should not want to kill themselves to happen.An equally all-white notebook was issued, requiring daily logging, but what to log was not said.There was only a pen with a round blunt tip, and the food was delivered one knock at a time with a copy of the instructions engraved on the lunch box.The food was good, portions were made just right for my serving size and optimal intake specifically, and a small bottle of unlabeled medicine with a single capsule in it was handed out just before bedtime and watched through the window to check my mouth and throat after swallowing it and turning off the light in my room.The medicine is useful, and quickly fall asleep.

The next day, the routine check of the body indicators, they give a tablet, no brand, some things simply can not open, make do.Some extra vitamin and calcium tablets in today's food, the next experiments will require a strong body.Life wasn't too bad, except for the fact that I couldn't leave the Institute, but the Institute seemed to be the size of a town, I just lived in one of the separate houses and basically stayed in my bedroom every day, with alarms under the building, and every time I left the house I needed to request it.

On the third day there was finally a reaction, it felt like my body was lighter and moved more quickly, time seemed to slow down, either that or the person got faster.If there was no reaction for more than three days, the lab would evict and leave, but it would be hard to find another place that would include food and shelter for a lifetime with no worries.Hearing the news came to the experimenter is to hear the news over to check the body data report, his speed is as fast, do not want those ordinary inspectors, ask timely deep pity and powerlessness covered in indifference numbness.Curious about whether the Institute has any secrets, and carefully read the experimental introduction book, grew up in different laboratories, I thought I was already accustomed to the human body experiments can be every time you sign the guarantee is again heartbreaking powerlessness.Yes, repeated experiments have completely changed me, no longer a human being, leaving the laboratory even the most basic survival can not do, in fact, is trapped, imprisoned ah!

For the first time, I asked the lab personnel why they had to record every day, there was nothing to record, just enduring the loneliness and isolation of being alone, as always.Obviously participated in many experiments, why still afraid of loneliness, why even if you do not want to talk to people still fantasize to fit in with them, why the heart still desire to be a normal person?I don't understand, they didn't teach it, thought about it but couldn't come up with anything, and the books they were allowed to read didn't mention it.Humans are pack animals but then have to have a sense of boundaries and privacy, and solitary animals, is there no such thing as a sense of boundaries and privacy?