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"Jennifer, the transcription is on, right?", Ronald says. She nods. The team dives into the structure, like an ant diving into the lake unprepared of what horrid consequence that they will only suffer once completed. The team continues down a tunnel, leading into a room. A room. Dark. Filled with the dangerous particles seeping around a circular pipe stretching vertically across from top to bottom, put in the middle. All the life-forms, constantly circling around. "Do you… Do you think we should continue?", Jacob asks. "No… No. Definitely not.", Ronald answers with a firm expression, before holding his hand to the otherside of the wall, preventing Jacob from moving beyond.
"Well… How should we continue?", Jacob then asks again. Ronald thinks for a few moments, as a normal person would, but after thinking, he says, "I don't know.". Ronald, leader of the mission and probably the most brightest mind in the task force, not knowing the answer to a simple question. The crew was surprised, and they tried to devise tasks. All of them, ended in failure. The first one, is trivial, was breaking through a wall to escape, but who knows what lurks beyond those walls? The second one, the third one, site command gets impatient. They tell them to leave the area for now, and let them handle it.
Ronald, Jennifer, and Jacob leave. They escape Access Point #A, wondering what happens next. "No. You are not, and will not, resurface.", command says. They wait for the next command, which appears to be the request for another Mobile Task Force. Now, Ronald, Jennifer, and Jacob are accompanied by Calvard, Avale, and Royaline. The two forces stare at each other for a few moments before asking site command to move to Access Point B, this was a reason that they did not originally find.
Site command was originally stumped by this request and obviously denied it, until the two MTF's explained their reasoning. It sounded stupid, but it was the only thing they could do to continue. "All we need to do is to sacrifice ourselves. I don't know why were so scared before, but were not anymore". Site command found that slightly idiotic and dumb, but they excepted it due to their jobs and tasks before.
"Alright, alright, you can do it. You can do it. But, don't be stupid like that. We won't let you die as an elite. But, as you all put your life on the line, you can do it. Just, be prepared.", a message flows over each members speaker. They apparently, feel ecstatic. Almost, as if a force was acting upon them. A compulsion? From the anomaly? I mean, this also had Site Command spooked. They revoked their decision as soon as possible. They put all members under
quarantine and restricted access to any biological life, including their parents, even medical personnel were forced to operate with robots.
Now, how were they treated? They weren't. They were alone, and afraid, the team was scared, and nervous. They felt lonely, probably depressed. They didn't act much. Medical staff didn't do much to stop this either, all they could do was see how the infection worked. Did their symptoms progress? Worsen? Anything? They wondered, and the patients themselves. The answer to the questions was Yes.
Why the patients? It was later revealed to be not only a compulsive effect, but effectively a progressive cognitohazard. They were locked in. Unable to feel their actions. Unable to be able to control them. They can see. They can suffer. They can suffer and sense every single pain and touch, but they cannot do. Or, they can input, but not output. Locked in, stuck, controlled, helpless, the feeling of death, anything. They're brain signals indicate th
They want to die. Nothing can be done. They're stuck like this. Can't be cured, even with conventional methods that should treat it. It doesn't progress, and it causes the helpless and depressed individuals to stop aging. As the foundation agents found them useless, they were retired and sent back to their homes. One sign of happiness, a drop, a possibility, a fixture, the one change. No. They were wrong.
There wasn't any change, nothing. All they felt was increased agitation, and their own siblings worried about them. Can't do anything, can't say anything. See, but cannot interact, at all sides. Stuck, forever. Eternal input. With worry spreading to your entire family. They're a dead person to their own friends, family, and loved ones.
To see themselves be buried in the casket, being light up on fire, suffering the most painful death imaginable, or locked in an eternal casket. Eternal. Nothingness. No more. No goals, no life, no children. They are a failure. Recognized as dead by their own loved-ones. Their own. Loved. Ones.
