The doctor chuckled, tossing aside the remote control and lowering his voice to whisper in my ear. "Today's test is over... I'll show you what real hell is like."
"Here, all subjects must obey me without question. You're no exception... Disobey, and I'll show you what punishment means."
He was threatening me.
I scoffed, leaning back in the chair.
The screen popped up with another question: In a world where memories can be implanted and hypnosis can fool even oneself, what's the point of a lie detector?
This time, someone was throwing big money at a question that was really about the organization.
Clearly, whoever was asking this question was enjoying my predicament...
They thought lie detectors were too lenient and wanted to bring in the big guns.
The doctor's lips curled into a smile as he picked up a syringe from a nearby rack. "Ensuring the purity of the drug, the truth serum is a gift from the questioner... Fully transparent, verified by the organization."
I struggled to free my wrists from their restraints, a truth serum... Basically, a drug designed to disrupt judgment and cognitive function, essentially a sedative...
I took a deep breath, staring at the screen.
My fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, unintentionally.
I wasn't sure if Colin and Bran could see this live test...
"Alright..." Without warning, the doctor injected the drug into my system.
Once the drug entered the bloodstream, one would lose consciousness in three seconds.
The brain wouldn't actively think.
"Who told you to impersonate Phoebe, to mimic her?" On the screen, a question from a tycoon appeared.
The doctor grabbed my hair, forcing me to answer.
I knew... everyone was watching, the organization's people more than anyone else hoped I truly was Phoebe.
And I had to be Phoebe...
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