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Maybe it was the remnants of the knock-out drugs in my system, or maybe it was simply that I’d just lived through a very long, very strange day, but I actually slept far better in my luxurious prison than I’d thought I would. I’d spent a good chunk of the afternoon with the rest of the test subjects, but we were all sent to our individual suites for dinner and whatever entertainment we wanted to use to fill up the rest of the evening. Why Dr. Richards and her staff saw the need to separate us when we’d already spent hours and hours together, I didn’t know. Some kind of psychological torture? I wouldn’t put it past them, although the arrangement could have simply been for logistical reasons. People came and went over the course of the afternoon, depending on whether they had any “tests”
