‘It’s shadow puppet game, Sal. High tech like. They want in our heads. I've been noticing - they make the rounds with the other guys, give ‘em their tranqs and food, but Sal there's somethin’ in that food.’ He dug in to the bagel she brought him in the HoloSphere. It wasn't real, but keeping daily habits assisted his brain in returning to normalcy, and kept his digestive system active during the stem cell treatment. ‘Thanks, Sal,’ he said smiling, chewing through the sesame seeds and scallions.
She smiled. ‘New combination - gotta keep your brain active.’
He nodded and finished chewing. ‘So what I was sayin’ - Sal, the guys start screaming, or talking gibberish. It's about a 15 minute headway, and it travels the halls the same way the food carts do. And it ain't neural mapping - it ain't rebuilding,’ he looked at her. ‘It ain't what you're doing for me. It's tearing them down. I think they're looking for somethin’, in their heads, Sal.’