Dust: Part 47

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“Let’s see…” Keegan said to himself as he began planning his escape, “First I suppose I should figure out how to keep the sedative from kicking in.”

Glancing around as much as the tight space allowed, he noticed two tubes ending in holes in the corners of the box closest to his head.

“So it’s an inhaled drug,” he observed. “I mean, it kinda had to be, considering I don’t have any tubes or anything poking into me…”

He shifted around some more, trying to locate the means by which the device detected his temperature, but he found none.

“Okay, so I guess my best bet is to block those holes…”

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Dust: Part 46

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For Keegan, life became like a constant bad night when you can’t stay asleep. Repeatedly he would wake up to the dark room, lie still for what seemed like hours, then the burning headache would return and ravage him until the machine kicked in and returned his sleep. He had no way to track the passage of time, and while it felt like days he knew better than to trust that feeling.

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Dust: Part 45

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“So what do we do tomorrow morning when he is supposed to be at work?” Rick asked over chat on Sunday afternoon.

“Can’t you just tell Simon that he’s sick and needs a few days off?” suggested Tamaya “I doubt he’ll think much of it.”

“I guess, but I can only keep it up for so long before he figures out something is wrong…”

“Well hopefully we can get him back by then.”

“How?”

“I really don’t know.”

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Dust: Part 44

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Tamaya ran back to Keegan’s place as fast as she could while trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. As she reached the door she bumped into Rick.

“Woah!” Rick exclaimed. “You okay? I didn’t see Keegan anywhere…”

“They found him,” she panted. “I saw them putting him in the back of a van.”

“Shoot, well what do we do?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t be seen around here. I’ll contact you once I get home.”

“Uh, okay…”

“Oh and make sure that his computer can’t be used to eavesdrop on us, in case they come for his things.”

“Uh… Sure thing.”

At that, Tamaya promptly left.

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Dust: Part 43

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Keegan wandered aimlessly, his brain burning in his skull. As the headache grew steadily worse, he became lost in the pain, and awareness of his surroundings escaped him. He continued to stumble down the sidewalk, and a cool sensation ran up the rest of his body. For a brief moment his awareness returned enough for him to mumble, “Crap, this is it isn’t it…” before darkness enveloped him and he went limp.

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Dust: Part 42

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“So you’re saying that the experiment is behaving differently than it is supposed to?” Keegan asked after Tamaya finished explaining her theory.

“I think so.” Tamaya confirmed, standing in the doorway having just arrived. She decided to come over again because she too was off work for the weekend and she considered the situation important enough to warrant the trip.

“Is that why I couldn’t cut my hair, even though hair feels no pain or really anything at all?”

“You weren’t able to cut your hair? Well, that isn’t how the experiment should work, so it does fit with the idea.”

“So different how?” Rick asked.

“That I don’t know…”

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Dust: Part 41

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By the time Keegan made it back to his house it was a bit late for messaging, but he sent one anyway. Tamaya and Rick probably wouldn’t see it until morning, but when they did they would find an account of what had just happened in as much detail as he was able to. After the message was sent, Keegan lay down to sleep, hoping that there would be no more funny business interrupting him.

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