A huge laboratory in the underground is an awe-inspiring sight. As you step into this vast underground space, you are greeted by towering walls made of solid rock and reinforced steel. The laboratory stretches out as far as the eye can see, with rows upon rows of state-of-the-art equipment and workstations.
The air is crisp and sterile, maintained at the perfect temperature and humidity to support various scientific experiments. Powerful ventilation systems hum softly in the background, ensuring a constant flow of fresh air and preventing any buildup of fumes or odors.
The laboratory is divided into different sections, each dedicated to a specific field of research. In one corner, you find a section dedicated to genetics, with scientists diligently studying DNA sequences and manipulating genes. Nearby, a team of chemists work diligently in a fully-equipped chemistry lab, conducting experiments and synthesizing new compounds.
Moving further into the depths of the laboratory, you come across a vast array of high-tech machinery. Massive particle accelerators whir and hum, propelling subatomic particles at incredible speeds to unlock the secrets of the universe. Advanced electron microscopes provide unprecedented views of the atomic and molecular structures, allowing scientists to delve deeper into the mysteries of matter.
The underground laboratory also houses a specialized containment area, where dangerous and highly infectious pathogens are studied under strict safety protocols. Scientists in hazmat suits meticulously handle samples and conduct experiments in isolated chambers, ensuring the utmost caution and security.
Throughout the laboratory, researchers and scientists work tirelessly, collaborating on groundbreaking projects and pushing the boundaries of scientific knowledge. The atmosphere is one of focused intensity, as the pursuit of discovery and innovation drives everyone forward.
Despite being hidden beneath the surface, the laboratory is well-equipped with modern amenities. Comfortable break areas provide scientists with a space to relax and recharge, while a cafeteria offers nourishment to sustain them through long hours of research.
In this vast underground laboratory, scientific exploration knows no bounds. It is a place where new frontiers are constantly being explored, and where the future of science is being shaped.
Deep within the depths of this subterranean research facility lay a clandestine chamber, shrouded in secrecy. Few were privy to its existence, and even fewer possessed knowledge of its concealed entrance separate from the main edifice. Unbeknownst to many, Jammer discreetly transported an unconscious young man into this covert chamber, delivering him into the hands of its enigmatic inhabitants.
Meanwhile, the Jester harbored intentions of subjecting the old man's granddaughter to a peculiar test of sorts.
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He came to with a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage – except that it didn't move.
Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. To get up... so he was lying prone. The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaulted his battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dripping echoed all around him, but it seemed to come from a single source.
A runny tap, or a leak in the roof.
How long had he been out cold? His lips were parched and hunger growled in his stomach. He cracked open his eyes to better perceive how deep in shit he was. Blackness continued to engulf him. A tremor of panic vibrated in his core. He was blind, sightless, motionless, restrained.
Someone said above him, her voice brimming with excitement.
A set of dragging footsteps echoed into his struggles. A doctor? They'd set him free.
They'll help me. Trust the doctors, doctors help. They do. Help. Help!
He let his aching body collapse onto the metallic surface, breathing heavily.
The footsteps had stopped. He heard soft breathing. Something nudged his hip painfully, a questioning prod from the shadows; he shirked away from the sadistic touch the best he could.
"Hmm. It does seem so." This voice was crisp and cool, all warmth drained by a lack of compassion. He wasn't sure if the speaker could even be human.
"Well, let us gaze upon his visage."
The implications of this request hadn't the time to register in his mind before a hard fist wrenched the rough bag from his head, ripping out some of his hair in the process. He cried out as bright illumination wormed its way through his eyes and into his brain, eating away at his nerves, biting them raw.
Blistering scabs were ripped open inside his head as the parasitic rays of light feasted upon his flesh, flaying him bloody from the inside. Through the haze of agony, he heard the two voices conferring above his prone form.
"-ugliest motherfucker I've seen in a while."
The inhumane voice answered to the female,
"Who are we to judge? They all look the same on the inside with all this useless covering gone. Take away all the decorations and we're all as ugly. We hide demons devoid of conscience inside ourselves; we keep them hidden in the secretive corners of our hearts, livers, and lungs. It's our job to bring them into daylight, to let them burn in the purge of the illumination.
Which is exactly what he must be going through now." The cold voice grew an edge of lust.
"His hidden demons are contorted in spasms of agony as we speak. They twist and writhe in time with the physical spasms of his body. See him squirm and groan! That is his darker side answering to the caress of light."
He gasped and groaned, eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to close his eyes, but someone was keeping them open. Froth danced on his lips, and his whole form shivered in faint spasms, all the fight gone from him. Sweet oblivion slowly accepted him into its grim grasp; his body went limp.