And Then, Depression Set In

[Atragon9 0]

A9 has lost track of time, plain and simple.

 

He has being kept in a dark room for so long. His food seems to be delivered at different intervals all the time. Sometimes he is quite full when a new meal arrives, sometimes he is so hungry it seems like more than a day goes by between "feedings." He is also getting washed at an irregular schedule, but that is a generous term for these sessions. He is sprayed with a liquid spray that dissolves his overalls, then a spray of water from some sort of fire hose, followed by a disinfectant hose and a rinse again. Finally a new set of overalls are slid into the room after his body and the floor have had time to dry. His elimination needs are met with a toilet/bidet that is built into a corner of his room and is the only source of light, when he wanders near it. If he stays too long, the light goes out, so it doesn't help him to stay close to the plumbing in hopes of having a consistent source of illumination.

 

This is his entire existence, punctuated only by the occasional visits to the HD holosuite of Millburn Park and that one visit from Charlie Thasus. He knows that it has been a number of weeks, possibly months, but he has no way to gauge this as his other break from this "norm" has been when he has been sedated during his imprisonment. One was early on, when there was a number of medical procedures performed on his wrist, neck and chest. One was his first visit to Millburn. The ones that truly worry him are the times he wakes up and realizes that it was a chemically induced sleep. He has no idea why Charlie keeps knocking him unconscious and he has no way to fight it. He knows that his TK is still intact, so there doesn't seem to be further medical testing being performed that would affect this.

 

He has been given a great deal of time to live in his own mind. He has run through all of his plans of escape and he has stared at himself, in self-reflection and he realizes he is alone. Not just in the dark and in this cell, in all aspects of his being. Maybe that is something that the Federation Council always knew, always saw in him. Maybe that's what had made him excel in command of Special Operations. The ultimate lone wolf, but not in a good way. Now it has come home to roost in reality. He is not being interrogated, he is not being tortured, he has just been taken from the world and left alone, very alone.