>"Oh, but there is, Captain," replied the colonel, standing up. "You can give us the truth. Words can be lies, but there are ways to go beyond words and get at >truth. After all, it's the only way to be sure." He turned and barked a command in another language to one of the guards outside, who hurried off. "Until we meet >again, Captain," he said, knocking on the door, which opened and he walked out, the door closing behind him.
>A moment later a petite woman in a lab coat walked in with a hypospray. She put it to his arm silently and the room began to spin until he blacked out.
>It was hard to wake from the drugged sleep, but it seemed as though something was tugging at him, trying to pull on him. He opened his eyes, but the darkness >was so complete, that there was no difference between having his eyes open or closed. The silence was deafening; he couldn't even hear the pounding of his heart >in his ears. He could not see or feel his body; it was as if he was lost in the deepest part of space, devoid of all sensation. He was not hot, he was not cold, but >he was alone; terribly, terribly alone. The terror of it crept in, that perhaps this was death; there was no afterlife, only this nightmarish existence of utter >disembodied loneliness for eternity.
If he could feel tears right now he would be crying....<<<Where am I?>>> he tried to say...
- SPD: David/Colonel Pete Boulay
- Re: SPD: David/Colonel Steel Dragon
- Pete Boulay
