Carlie's Rebellion

The portal transmission had ended, and learning from previous mistakes, the group of nurses, now referred to as baronesses 1, 2, 3, and 4, had already completed the entire procedure. Half an hour later, the subject, Lowo N'air, was changed and seated in a comfortable armchair with someone waving something under his nose to wake him up.

— Where am I? Who are you?

But the figure in front of him just mumbled and didn't pay any attention to his questions.

— Here, drink this tea that will improve your physical condition since you are just skin and bones.

Irritated by the indifference, Lowo N'air protested:

— No, I don't want to drink any tea, I want to know where I am.

Before he finished speaking, the immense figure of a stranger stood beside the armchair.

— I think a little tea doesn't harm anyone, right, doctor?

— Yes, boss. I am sure if the young man drinks this tea, it will greatly benefit his body. However, if he doesn't, many bad things could happen to him.

Even though he was a bit dazed, Lowo N'air could perfectly recognize a threat when he heard one. Better safe than sorry, it was best not to contradict that doctor who more resembled a bear.

— Who am I to argue about the benefits of tea, right, doctor?

And with one big gulp, the skinny young man drank all the tea, burning and choking himself.

— There's no need to rush, Lowo N'air, you can drink the tea more slowly, it will be much better for you.

— Thanks for the advice, nurse, but I've already drunk it all, and if there's more, I'll drink it too. The important thing is that nothing bad happens to me.

— Sorry for starting this way, Lowo N'air. I am Ramisk Duller, and this next to you is my assistant and personal security guard, Bear Darki.

— What a suggestive name, Mr. Ramisk, but what am I doing here, and what business do you have with me?

— Very good, young man. It seems that when awake, you are quite intelligent and perceptive enough to maintain my interest in you.

— What do you mean? — shouted Lowo N'air.

— Calm down, young man. What I mean is that I am interested in you continuing to be part of my project, where both of us will have much to gain.

— To gain? All I've seen and all I feel are needles all over my body. Being pierced by needles has never meant gaining anything to me. So I'm out of your project.

— Ladies, please explain to him the benefits of this project, but do so gently.

And before the young man could move, four beautiful nurses who looked more like models began circling around the armchair in which Lowo N'air was seated.

— You are so important to this project that we will make you participate in a way that doesn't hurt, dear. How about it? Do you agree with us?

Still confused and not quite understanding what kind of project he was participating in, he replied:

— Okay, ladies, all for the sake of science... but please, no injections.

And he began to turn his head as if looking for someone he knew.

— Do we have a deal, boy? — asked Ramisk Duller.

Lowo N'air continued looking around with his eyes, as the nurses kept him seated on the sofa.

— Are you missing someone, Lowo N'air? — asked Ramisk again.

— Where is Nurse Carlie? I don't see her anywhere.

— You may present yourself, Carlie, and congratulations, you will be the new and only one responsible for this experiment.

— Hello, Lowo N'air, I'm here. Are you alright? How are you feeling?

At that moment, Dr. Koltz came in, agitated and looking for Lowo N'air.

— Where is that worthless subject? And you, Carlie, did you administer everything as I instructed?

— Yes, Dr. Koltz, 5% sharing, 5% blood extraction, followed by 5% liquid addition of audio receptors and removal of subliminal messages. As you can see, I did exactly as you instructed — Carlie explained with a sly smile on her face.

Dr. Koltz's facial expression changed so drastically that Bear Darki, Ramisk's assistant and personal security guard, had to step in and stand next to Carlie.

— Dr. Koltz, can you explain to me what you intend to achieve with this project? A mountain of money or a mountain of bodies? If Carlie hadn't convinced me to follow the experiment reports on Lowo N'air, I wouldn't have believed you were throwing millions of dollars away.

— If she knows so much, then where are the results? All I see is this kid who, despite being well-dressed and surrounded by these beautiful nurses, looks like a walking corpse.

— Walking corpse is your grandmother, you quack doctor. If Nurse Carlie hadn't reduced the crazy medications you prescribed me, I would surely be six feet under by now. And if my contract allows me to order Bear to punch you, and I had to endure another 100 perception-inducing needles, I would gladly do it.

Everyone in the room looked surprised, except for Ramisk Duller, who grew more excited the more he heard.

— And about the contract, offer me housing and food for myself and my friend who lived with me. As for my treatment, let Nurse— I mean, Dr. Carlie take care of me because no ordinary nurse would know how to counter and refine the instructions of this mad scientist of...

Carlie's gentle hand softly covered Lowo N'air's mouth, silencing him for a few moments.

— Calm down, Lowo. You have just returned from a very difficult process. Breathe and keep the rhythm, then you can vent more. Soon we will have a therapy session and you can talk about everything you saw and heard.

— Alright, Dr. Carlie, my angel. I know I owe you my life, and I will do everything to repay you. But I also want to be cared for by the baronesses, Ylsean, by number two, by number three, and also by number four.

And leaving everyone present gaping with his uncontrolled outburst, Lowo N'air passed out as if he were a doll whose battery had run out.