Title: Paranoia Takes Root
"Warning: the prisoner in Interrogation Holding Cell 4 has begun exhibiting extreme cognitive dissonance," Laura read aloud.
The sleek interior of the executive limousine hummed softly as it ascended toward the high-security perimeter of the Vanguard Syndicate's private sector. The amber light from Laura's personal datapad cast sharp shadows across her face as she reviewed the real-time biometric feed.
"His heart rate has remained above one hundred and forty beats per minute for the last three hours," Laura noted, her eyes scanning the data columns.
"A predictable physiological reaction to complete, unyielding sensory isolation," Gerald responded from the dark leather seat opposite her.
"The security sector has kept the cell entirely unilluminated and
