They all nodded. I kicked off my shoes before climbing up into the hospital bed, never once giving the guys a peek of my Wonder Woman underwear beneath my dress. Doc Stone covered me with a blanket before sliding the rubber cap-like helmet over my head. My windblown hair was about to be matted with jelly-like goop. The things I did for answers.
I let out a shaky breath as he held the injector that looked like a common caulking gun with the cold sticky substance inside. It reminded me of that gel they put on a pregnant women’s belly before a sonogram to see the little baby inside. This was kind of the same thing. Everyone was about to see the crazy images in my head.
“You ready?”
“Always.” I smiled and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the Antarctic chill soon to follow. One by one he filled the holes first with the goop and then with the probes. I looked like Medusa with all of the cables attached to my head. This entire system had been my father’s baby. He’d had the whole thing running from our basement for years before he passed away when the secrets of the Insight program were shared with me.
“Video is rolling,” Jitters called out, adjusting one of the cameras on me and another on the screens. It was his backup to his backup of the computer recording. He was kind of paranoid like that.
The doctor stepped back with his finger hovering near the switch. “Just say when.”
“Light me up like a frat boy at his first keg party.”
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