>>5302269>>5302339>>5302346The ropes release you to your decision. No longer bound and with a clever plan established, you reach for the left glass, the coma drink. You hesitate. But how can you be sure that's the coma drink? You've not had it yet and the two look the same. Yet, you are sure, the right is pain, a sickening fire that starts in your guts and radiates out in every direction. How?
The answer hits you in the face. You've done this before. You've done this whole series of a hundred questions more than once. You're vaguely aware of the cold, chalky taste.
They don't control you. You swipe out your hand to knock both glasses off the table.
But wait, You'll show them. You grab both glasses as you hear a distant shattering and chug them both. "Put that in your fucking notes."
You sit back in your chair and feel the heat in your chest work up, the pain keeping the sleeping effect from hitting you. But, did you drink them? You just had a sip. No, you knocked them on the floor. You feel nothing.
You turn back to see the glasses flickering between being mostly full, empty, then gone. You cry out as the pain begins in earnest, but it's different, almost like its pain that could be, not that is. The hell is this?
You focus on the glasses flickering on the ground, the pool of white liquid around them, and let that reality be true. The pain is gone instantly.
"What the...Hold on," Barret says to someone else off-camera. "Micheals, get over here and confirm what I'm seeing."
A calm man wanders beside her, half his face in the frame, pointing at an unseen screen. "Yeah, looks like a standard split tree. Three chronologies, then they collapse on the safest. Good job, Admiral, that's why they pay you the big bucks. I didn't think you'd been working on a Time Knight since we left Almadie. This one looks done."
"That's the thing, I haven't. We just pulled the kid this morning. This is his fourth loop." Barret says.
The man's visible eye raises up. "Holy shit, that's not possible." He takes something from her and steps away.
She follows him, leaving a hologram of only her chair.
You sit, dazed but feeling fine, no urge to sleep, no pain. The white-draped person enters again.
"Your testing is complete. Please stand," she asks.
You feel a rush of energy as you do so, your heartbeat in time with the pulsing of the walls. What the fuck is happening to you?
The person pulls out a set of handcuffs and gestures for you to turn around.
1. Let her restrain you.
2. Rub her face in the liquids.
3. Run past her outside.
4. Something else.
