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Originally posted by Blackamp44. But were they? Just as Mr. Amp was about to start his session, Nurse Meter entered the room with the news that the auditors were here to make sure that "hospital" had remedied the shocking issues from their last visit. Black, Amp and Meter were just able to remove Doyle from the chair in time as the auditor, Mr. Ckeck enetered. He noted that the issue still appeared to be there. Dr. Black took charge saying, "Oh that. We disconnected that right after your last visit and as you can see it's now just a relic of a time past. Please sit in it if you don't believe me I'll have Mr. Amp throw the switch so you can verify that it no longer functions". Mr. Check, being the fastidious auditor that he was, sat it the chair and said, "Show me". Amp turned to Dr. Black, a bead of sweat running down his left temple, looking for direction. "Throw the switch Amp"
43. 'We call him "Mr. Amp" because he likes to work with electric currents', said Dr. Black, as Doyle was strapped to a chair inside 'The Room'. 'I see that you look shocked. Well, wait until he begins his work. he's quite the artist, you know'.
'I'll never talk! No matter what you do', said Doyle.
'You're talking now', pointed out Dr. Black.
'Damn!' said Doyle. 'You guys are good'.
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Originally posted by coquette46. Sheila was doubting her senses. She was in a whirlwind of emotions. She was ........ going "crazy". Doyle had always had that effect on her. What she didn't know was that Doyle was embroiled in, yet another, "dodgey" situation. Dr. Black, Mr. Amp, Nurse Meter and Mr check were names that would soon break her out of her funk and bring her back to reality. This was just what she needed a raison d'etre, a new purpose. Ben be damned. Doyle was the issue and she was about to be hurled into his current world.
45. THE END? Sheila pondered. Which "end?" The "End" to what? An existential question? Metaphorical? Physical? Emotional? Should she be sad or happy? Was it really an end, or THE end, or an ending at all? Who knows? Will time even tell?
47. What Sheila did not know was that a psycho-active substance had been slipped into her tanqueray martini with an onion before she made her escape, causing her to hallucinate or...perhaps...glimpse reality? It was something she would have to sort out sooner rather than later, but her immediate priority was to find out what had happened to Doyle.
48. The psychoactive substance, a seratonin-specific reuptake inhibitor (SSRI) of the lysergic sauer diethylamide (LSD) family, only modified to be many times more powerful and much more rapid-acting, while still being relatively easy to synthesize, and still tasteless, colorless and odorless, was the perfect drug to cause a simulated psychosis.
49. She was disoriented and clinically insane. She swam in a sea of colors and sounds. Walls were brilliantly colored curtains glowing and swaying, automobiles and cycles were horrifying Transformers surrounding her and closing in. the concrete was a hostile swamp with black knives protruding upward to slice her legs. the clouds were the faces of the saints and spirits. it was the faces, though, that provided the most terrifying and yet most beautiful connection to the infinite universe. She read each one, hearing their thoughts, reading their intentions, their eyes electric beams of intention, both evil and good.
50. Then she saw "his" face. The angel's face. He smiled a beautiful calm and understanding smile. She knew that he knew. She knew that he understood. He moved in perfect harmony and rhythm with her. She stepped. He stepped. She paused. He paused. Understanding. He didn't close in on her. He didn't threaten her. She took a step away. He stepped away. She stepped toward him. He stepped toward her. Their eyes locked now. Understanding. He, seeing her beauty and grace. She, seeing his spiritual purity, love, grace, understanding.
56. The garden atrium was stunningly beautiful, quite, and serene. The flowers were smiling at her, welcoming her to their bed. The fountain was glistening with beautiful water cascades. The walked on. It didn't matter. It was beautiful. She wondered about the birds. Were they really chirping just for her? Of course they were. Of course. She smiled at them. She felt his warm hand, his fingers holder her, caring for her, holding her very being. So soft, so gentle, so peaceful.
Originally posted by Great Big Stees57. And thus, just at that very moment, as Sheila was stepping in to the hallway to walk down to Room 666 with "the angel" who was holding her hand, her life, her being, so gently and completely, totally, that the Auditor experienced the 10,000 Volt shock. He screamed in horrifying agony as Nurse Meter, Mr. Amp and Dr. Black looked on. Doyle was still sitting in a daze on the sofa, heavily sedated with propofol.
44. But were they? Just as Mr. Amp was about to start his session, Nurse Meter entered the room with the news that the auditors were here to make sure that "hospital" had remedied the shocking issues from their last visit. Black, Amp and Meter were just able to remove Doyle from the chair in time as the auditor, Mr. Ckeck enetered. He noted that the ...[text shortened]... of sweat running down his left temple, looking for direction. "Throw the switch Amp"