Britely stamped his feet impatiently. “Not now, Sci-Fye. Have you forgotten
why we came here? Quit dabbling with your toy and get on with it.”
He motioned to the
prisoners with one hand wrapped firmly around a .45 automatic pistol to
give added emphasis to his command. Sci-Fye gave one last glare at his
stunner and set it on a table scattered with electronic components.
"All right ... all right ... come on all of you..."
led them almost in a line towards one corner of the building, with Ace
Britely picking up the rear. The place was a maze of boxes piled with government
surplus odds and ends. Captain Future noticed “Top Secret A-code access
only” printed on most of the cartons.
“New storage depot
for the U.S. government, Sci-Fye?”
snicker met his unanswered question as they went deeper into the labrynth.
They emerged into a small padded room replete with wire hookups connected
to chairs set up to a multitude of switches.
“Please, sit down,
won't you ... I wouldn't want to be accused of being an ungracious host,”
laughed Ace Britely.
“What is this?,”
queried Doc Tyger together with Captain Future. Hannah pushed back unwillingly
towards the doorway.
“Now, now, dear
... ladies first ... lest I forget my manners.”
“May I ask, out
of professional curiosity of course, just what you have in mind?”
Sci-Fye turned with proud eyes towards the chairs as he answered Doc Tyger's
question. “Of course ... I'm not sure anyone else would understand, Doctor
... but I would be interested in your response. Funny you should ask what
I have in mind ... that's exactly what this is all about...”
Ace Britely checked the safety on his automatic pistol and cleared his
throat. “Perhaps a demonstration, then ... Hannah, if you will be so kind?”
The business end of the gun helped her make up her mind. She looked pleadingly
at her two friends as she allowed herself to be prodded towards one of
“What is he talking about?,” quavered Hannah, as the cuffs were fastened
around her arms and legs.
Doc Tyger rubbed his chin and watched in fascination as the wires were
attached with glue to the young woman's nerve centers. “If I am not mistaken,
this is a virtual reality chair complete with all senses matching that
computer program in process over there. Knowing Sci-Fye the way I do, I
assume this is a biofeedback device as well ... feeding the software your
responses ... both brain waves and emotional pancreatic in nature.”
“You never fail
to amaze me, good doctor!” Ace Britely beamed good naturedly, “you and
Sci-Fye are indeed brothers. You think much alike. It is a shame you have
let morals interfere with your priorities ... think where pure science
could be without them!”
a few dials which controlled analog-to-digital code conversion. “It is
more than that of course ... with the simple injection of a hypnotic compound
I will soon own Hannah's soul ... her mind will be mine ... her will to
do my bidding completely. She will live to feel the instant pleasures of
this computer controlled and induced sensual state.”
Captain Future stared in amazement at both Doc Tyger and Sci-Fye. “This
is impossible, isn't it?”
Doc Tyger laughed so loudly that it surprised Sci-Fye into an instant pause
of his procedure, “No, I'm afraid not ... there are pleasure centers in
the brain which are much more responsive than any external drug an addict
has had the displeasure to fall prey too. That has been known for years.
Sci-Fye has just connected a virtural reality system along with bio-feedback
to these centers.”