<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br/><br/>The programs had run for several hours.  On the closed circuit, he'd watched as Amelia had twitched, silently, for all that time.  It was clear that there was something very<em>wrong</em>with the woman, and in interested him.  At some point, after her work for him was complete, perhaps he'd take some time to study her in more detail - maybe find out exactly how much it would take to make her scream.<br/><br/>But that wasn't the point of this particular exercise.  According to what her brainwave patterns were doing, it appeared as if the subliminal programming was having an effect.  Whether the woman was aware or not, sane or not, her subconscious at least was able to determine the difference between punishment and reward.  Everything he'd studied up to this point gave him no reason to believe that the woman wouldn't carry out the program when the opportunity came.  But time would tell.  If it didn't work, he'd have to figure out something else, and that - quite probably - would be even messier than this.<br/><br/>As he entered the lab, he studied her.  Her eyes were red, not having been able to blink for hours had taken its toll.  He put a few medicinal drops into them, then turned off all of the equipment.  He removed the metal clamps holding her eyes open, then the other wires.  He cleaned everything carefully with alcohol and neatly put the equipment away before he called for a guard.<br/><br/>From the looks of her, regardless of what mental state she was in, the electric shocks had certainly taken some toll, and he doubted she'd have her strength back without a good night's rest.  Not bothering to re-dress her, he called for a pair of guards.  It was late, and the two he'd come to rely on recently, Aleks and Anzhelika, were off duty.  No matter, there were others more than capable of dealing with this one.  He'd called two guards though, no reason to take chances.  When they arrived, the instructions were simple - Take the subject back to her cell and dump her there along with a fresh uniform.<br/><br/>He sighed then, and as the guards began to unstrap Amelia from the table, his thought turned to food.  Not wanting to hide in his quarters for the night, he headed to the cafeteria... maybe there would be something good on tonight...