Sexual Science
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“C’mon man, are you done yet?”
The lights were still out in the lab and I couldn’t see what was going on.
Another voice:
“We haven’t got all day; security will be coming around again soon.”
“Almost there. Hard to see in the dark you know. Plugging all the wires in from memory” Stated a 3rd voice that belonged to my lab partner.
“How are you doing Jake?” I was asked by a soothing female voice.
That was Samantha, the woman I was going to marry, if I ever got enough courage to ask her out for a date, if I survived the current Mad Scientist scheme my lab partner had dreamt up.
I always say “sure, sign me up.” When he asks. Usually all I get from it are some bruises, he gets whatever data he needs and we’re done, until the next time. He’s my friend from childhood and one day he’s going to be a brilliant scientist, and I’ll be able to say, with pride, that he’s my friend.
If he doesn’t kill me first.
I figure this, as long as he doesn’t permanently hurt me, or kill me, I’ll be happy to be the guinea pig.
Samantha touches my head softly and notices that I’m sweating.
“All the electrodes on your head will slide off if you keep sweating like that.”
“Can’t help it.” I tell her. “You try being strapped to a metal table, strung up like Neo in the MATRIX.”
“Good movie, but you’re not getting off that easy.” She told me. “You really should calm down; I can feel your heartbeat from your neck.”
“You guys are making too much noise, the guard is coming back.”
“Almost ready to throw the switch.”
“Hurry up will you?”
“Got it…1 more second….THERE!”
As I look back on it I can deduce what happened. The guard had been wandering the halls and started to wonder why the lights were off on this floor, when the other floors were lit up like Christmas trees. He had been opening up random doors, looking for anything out of the ordinary and had stumbled across some open cupboards that were supposed to contain medical supplies.
John, my friend the future brilliant scientist, had turned out all the lights to give him access to more electricity for the experiment, which I never fully understood what he was trying to do.
What DID happen was this; the guard opened the door to our room, heard John yell “THERE!” and turned on the lights. This, coupled with the electric current cycling through my system from the experiment, sent a massive jolt through my body, especially my head.
I remember the white from the fluorescent lights, then a sound louder than a locomotive, then silence and darkness.
