"Director, the Host is ready. Preparing direct line."
The facility was a flash of pure white; crisp, clean, sleek, and numerous other adjectives. Seven people lay in what are perhaps best described as white coffins without lids, hooked to numerous sensors. They were shackled in, awaiting the beginning of the Experiment. Standing watch over them was a tall, thin woman holding a clipboard; her long, fiery red hair providing a stark contrast to her pure white lab coat.
"Director, direct line ready. Stabilizing subjects."
She pushes a button on a nearby console. An odd, purplish fluid flows through some tubes into the seven subjects.
"Subjects ready. Prepared for transfer."
On the other side of the room, sitting at a desk surrounded by screens, sits a middle-aged man. He thanks the woman as his finger hovers over the large, red button on his desk.
"Ladies, gentlemen, we stand here on the dawn of a new age. The new wave of entertainment; a vacation into the vast, unused brainspaces of the modern man. Begin the experiment!"
He pressed the button.
The coffin-beds tilted as a large needle protruded from the wall. The needle pressed through the skull, directly and deep into the brains of the subjects.
You are the subjects. It feels as if you're being sucked through an impossibly thin tube. The pain is immense. You black out as you feel the last of yourselves slip away...
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