The Sanctorum was a cold place.
It was hidden deep underground in a private and unmarked territory suited for the trials that were taking place. The only people who knew of its existence were the team assigned to it and the Council.
“Run another diagnostic on him, make sure he is moving along with the schedule,” the head scientist requested.
His subordinates looked at him, already knowing the answer to the request but falling in line anyway. They were all especially picked for these trials, to be able to create and handle the experiments in an upright manner, knowing what the outcome may be and why it was a necessity.
“Sir,” one young man spoke up. “Subject 1M has been fighting the pull to fall asleep for at least a day. We can’t move on until he gives in.”
“I’m aware of that, young
