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“To power what?” chimed a voice, this one female. Julian tried to move his head but couldn’t, nor could he open his eyes. Jumbled memories surfaced. Strobing lights, pulsing music, screams. “I don’t know. It’s a mystery. But since this subject”—Julian felt a touch on his spine—“who has, as you can see, been ear-tagged with the identifier TS-4187, is so badly injured, he’s been selected for vivisection, which will tell us more. As you saw, the other two animals are doing much better, so other testing on them will begin as soon as Dr. Parnassus arrives.” Vivisection. Julian searched his foggy brain while the group—six people? Ten?—stood around murmuring words like remarkable and breakthrough and discovery. Vivisection meant... Dissection. Dismemberment. Cutting. While he was alive. Fur
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