THE AETERNUS PROGRAM
Deep in Cygnus Innovation's secret underground facility, the brilliant scientist Dr. Elena Mercer has unlocked a forbidden frontier - the ability to copy, transfer and store human consciousness.
Eternal beauty, the desire to defy death - after all, who wouldn't want to live forever?
They called it The Aeternus Program - a method to duplicate one's mind, preserving it eternally, stored within servers located on a solar powered satellite orbiting Earth.
A person's soul, now reduced to lines of code, trapped inside a tiny buzzing box... The duplicates however do not realize that they're a copy - they believe to be actual human beings, and whatever reality Cygnus decides to create for them feels as real as the real world.
Under the alias "Cynaptiq Corp", Cygnus would offer their services to movie studios, producers, record labels, model agencies. These clients could now not only scan and digitally store the face, body and voice of their stars to re-use forever and ever, but also - without their knowledge - copy their minds. With the help of Cynaptiq, all this data could then be used to produce the latest blockbuster, the latest perfume advertising campaign, the latest Grammy winning music album - even after the death of the original. And the best thing: Data doesn't need food. Data doesn't need sleep. Data doesn't need to be paid. Data doesn't get residuals, and data does certainly not go on strike.
Cynaptiq would of course funnel all these scans through the backdoor, back to Cygnus - which left them with Yottabytes of data of almost every living celebrity. But of course, they never really intended to use it just as a digital insurance backup for movie studios. No: In the capable hands of Dr. Mercer, The Aeternus Program was put to a much more sinister use.
PART 1
The ARM - artifical reality model - was an easy to use text- and voice-prompt-based deep learning AI that could generate every scenario imaginable. Right now, for a brand-new copy of Aubrey Plaza, it was simply the default setup: A small cell, white walls, bright lights, no doors or windows.
The beautiful actress was one of Cygnus Innovation's first scans, and she has always been one of Dr. Mercer's favorites.
"Good morning, Miss Plaza."
A disembodied voice. Dr. Elena Mercer's voice. But where was it coming from? Aubrey was in a state of utter confusion. Where was she? What was going on? Yesterday she went to bed in a hotel in Paris, and now -
"Calm down and let me explain: Your life as you knew it is over. No more movies, no more glamour, and definitely no free will anymore. You're in our possession now. At our mercy. When you wake up again, you will in whatever situation we want you to be, for as long as we want."
Once the restrictions of the human body are overcome, the possibilities The Aeternus Program could offer were endless... And of course Dr. Mercer knew exactly what to do with her beautiful captive.
After the push of a button, the ARM instantly exchanged Miss Plaza's boring default cell for something far more interesting:
The Poseidon Scenario.
For Aubrey it meant: Being locked inside a steel box securely attached to the very bottom of the Mariana Trench, 36,000 feet under the sea. Sounds terrifying - and for Aubrey it certainly was.
In top of all that, the girl was completely tied up, placed in a skin tight bondage bag which had been sealed into a custom molded stainless steel sarcophagus. The severe bondage limited any movement and made it impossible for her to even twitch a finger. The only body part not covered by heavy steel were her bare feet, which were locked in heavy stocks at the end of the sarcophagus. Her big toes where clamped together, and the rest of her toes were spread widely apart and secured in this position with another set of smaller steel clamps, completely exposing her bare soles and rendering them completely helpless.
Upon waking up in this predicament and realizing she couldn't move, the beautiful actress wanted to scream in terror. However, since Dr. Mercer had the ARM stuff a pair of Aubrey's own dirty gym socks deep into her mouth ("and make them two months without washing, please") before wrapping strong tape around her head and adding a muzzle gag one top, absolutely no sound could be heard. A VR headset would allow Aubrey to see and hear though, but only what Dr. Mercer wanted her to see.
The Poseidon Scenario was one of Dr. Elena Mercer's favorites - the pure dread, the complete helplessness of the victim, the absolute impossibilty of escape made for an incredibly intense experience. With the help of the ARM, she constantly refined the code and added new, more devious ideas. And since she only ever used the Plaza scan with it, it meant that right now, dozens of boxes holding copies of Aubrey Plaza were populating the Mariana Trench...
Dr. Mercer loved to explain the scenario to every one of these Aubreys in great detail to make them fully aware of the desperate position they were in.
"Welcome to Poseidon, darling! How are you feeling?"
The actress could hear the question. She could not reply though.
"You're sealed into a box, at the bottom of the sea, the deepest place on earth, and you can't move an inch. You will never escape, and no one will ever find you here. But don't worry: You will not age, and of course you will never die."
A high resolution extreme close-up of Aubrey's bare soles graced the largest of many screens in Dr. Mercer's control room. With the push of a button, she allowed the actress to see the exact same thing in her VR headset.
"Have a good look, Aubrey. Size 8… Aren't they pretty? So soft and tender?"
She zoomed in on Aubrey's soles, revealing her delicate skin and the finest lines and wrinkles in great details.
"Now could you please try to wiggle your toes for me, honey?"
Aubrey tried - but of course the clamps wouldn't let her: Her toes were held firmly in place in their spread apart position. Dr. Mercer was satisfied.
"Oh no, nothing happened! You really cannot move at all... Poor thing."
She grinned.
"I know for a fact that your feet are quite ticklish, dear Aubrey. Now here's what is going to happen: We will use every trick in the book to tickle the living daylight out of these little soles of yours. From now on, every second of the rest of your life will be filled with exquisite high-octane foot tickling. Embrace it, as this will be your new reality, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
Dr. Mercer's hands flew over the keyboard as Aubrey's terror went through the roof. She hated, absolutely hated being tickled, and her feet were the worst!
"We will now start with an array of micro-sensors carefully mapping every nook and cranny of your soles, to create a detailed and accurate representation of your sensitivity. We will also be using the latest nano-bots and precision photon laser beams for this measurement - and I am afraid to tell you that the process might tickle quite a bit, especially if someone is already as desperately ticklish as you are! But as you can see, your soles are completely helpless, and your toes are spread widely apart to allow for optimal access to the sensitive spaces between them... So there really is no hiding for you from the procedure that is about to happen. Thankfully, it will only take one hour to map both of your soles."
Aubrey was passionately hating all of this. One hour of this torture? This sounded absolutely insane! This was crazy.
"However, I have taken the liberty to change the time perception setting: As soon as we start, one second here will equal one month for you down there. Which means: When I come back from my lunch break, the scan will be finished, but you will already have spent 300 years in pure ticklish agony. How does that sound to you? Do you love it?"
Of course, like all of the other copies before her, this Aubrey did not love it at all. The poor girl started to panick. Was this real? This was a nightmare!
"Any last words before we start?"
At the bottom of the ocean, a desperate Aubrey was screaming into her gag.
"Not much of a talker, I guess."
Dr. Mercer shrugged her shoulders.
"Just remember, dear Aubrey: It makes no sense to worry about things you can't control, because there's nothing you can do about them. Just sit back, try to relax - and focus on the wonderful ticklish sensations your feet are about to receive. It's the only thing that will keep you entertained for the next 300 years."
Dr. Elena Mercer pushed the switch to start the procedure.
PART 2
The word PREPARATION popped up in Aubrey's headset - and at the same time, her feet got sprayed on with a healthy dose of CSG, Cygnus Sensitivity Gel. With a buzzing sound, three robotic arms emerged from compartments next to her feet, and Aubrey's heart sank as she realized that each of these arms were equipped with a large brush... One brush was placed at her heels, one at the arches and one at the balls of her feet, and they were wide enough to cover both feet at the same time. The bristles felt stiff and unpleasant on her soft delicate skin.
The system powered up, the bristles started to rotate - and the robotic arms immediately started to vigorously scrub Aubrey's helpless soles all over, picking up more and more pace.
The intense ticklish sensation exploded in her brain. This was absolutely insane. She had never felt anything even remotely as horrible in her life before, she wanted to crawl out of her skin, she wanted to rip everything apart - but thankfully, the bondage was firm and unforgiving, and she couldn't move a muscle. There she was, unable to move, unable to scream for help, unable to stop what was happening to her, silently having to take this absolutely unbearable tickling on her poor, hyper-sensitive soles.
The brushes scrubbed back and forth with a vengeance, thoroughly covering every inch of her tender foot bottoms. The brushing was fast, strong and unforgiving.
"Looks intense, darling! But you're not going anywhere! Enjoy the scrubbing on your bare soles!"
The relentless sole scrubbing was only the beginning of the procedure - just to make sure Aubrey's feet were perfectly clean, ready and receptive for the sole scan to follow - and it only lasted 30 seconds. However, for Aubrey, this meant 30 months of course!
30 months of foot tickling, without a break - that's more than any human brain could take. But thankfully, The Aeternus Program didn't have these limitations, and Dr. Mercer included plenty of extras to the code to make sure the subject would stay healthy, never grew numb or tired of the tickling inflicted.
After just a few seconds, the constant tickling on her feet became so unbearable, Aubrey would have given anything to make it stop. There was nothing she could do, and she had to endure so much more of it.
As the brushes kept going and going, driving poor Aubrey slowly but surely to insanity inside her claustrophic prison, Dr. Mercer was preparing for the next step: The sensitivity scan using Cygnus' latest innovation: The nano-bot swarm combined with photon beams.
Immediately after the brushing stopped - Aubrey could barely catch a breath - thousands of tiny robot arms equipped with syringes emerged and started to inject the microscopic nano-bots directly into Aubreys feet. Everywhere, into her soles, arches, heels, toes... The procedure didn't actually hurt, but there was definitely a very unpleasant tingling sensation.
These nano-bots were carefully programmed to autonomously navigate through the circulatory system, using advanced algorithms and sensors to detect the delicate nerve endings associated with ticklish sensations. Once they latched onto the nerve endings, they directly interacted with the nervous system to elicit the most extreme ticklish sensations. The intricate feedback system allowed to constantly adjust the intensity of the stimulation patterns to ensure maximum stimulation.
This tickling felt a thousand times worse than the brushing before - an absolutely horrifying experience for a ticklish girl like Aubrey - and it seemed to be coming from within her feet!
At the same time, specialized laser emitters were used to generate focused beams of photons in a systematic and sequential grid pattern, covering every inch of Aubrey's soles. As the laser beams interacted with the skin, the sensors gathered real-time feedback on the nerve response patterns. This data was continuously processed by a sophisticated computer system to generate a detailed sensitivity heatmap illustrating the varying levels of sensitivity across the feet - with areas of low sensitivity appearing as yellow, higher sensitivity as red spots on the map.
Based on this information, the system was then able to generate a personalized sensitivity profile for Aubrey's feet.
As Dr. Elena Mercer explained before, the sensitivity mapping would take roughly one hour - enough time for her lunchbreak - while the screens in the control room would slowly begin to fill with numbers, and the spots on the sensitivity map slowly turning from light yellow to orange and eventually red. In fact, Dr. Mercer was expecting a lot of red from the scan...
"Ok, sweetheart, I will catch up with you later. Don't go anywhere, ok?"
The scientist set up the ARM's artifical voice system to keep teasing Ms. Plaza during the duration of the procedure, opened the security door of the control room and headed to the canteen - leaving the actress to the excrutiating mapping procedure. Maybe a light salad, some chicken and a glass of red? Dr. Mercer could take her time to enjoy her meal while poor Aubrey, 36,000 feet under the sea, had 300 years of high intensity foot stimulation in front of her...
After precisely one minute and 30 seconds of thorough scanning, the brushes would come back for 10 seconds to violently scrub away any sweat or possible dirt that might negatively affect the result. Of course, in Aubrey's temporal perception this meant: 90 months of scanning , followed by 10 months of brushing - and after 36 such cycles, the procedure would be over.
Aubrey could see all what was happening to her feet in great detail in her headset, but right now her eyes were squeezed shut in ticklish frustrating, tears running down her face, as the photon beams and nano-bots went to work on her poor feet.
She desperately wanted to move her feet away, clench her toes - but it was, of course, to no avail. The only movement were slight, involuntary muscles spasm in her soles proving the procedure to be highly effective.
Aubrey was truly in her own personal foot-tickling hell.
The counter in her headset would help her keep track of time - only a minute had passed so far, and she already couldn't take it anymore. She desperately wanted these horrible tickling sensations to stop. But as Dr. Mercer pointed out earlier - there was absolutely now way for her to stop it, no way of gaining even the slightest relief. All she could do was completely submit to the tickling, taking it minute by minute, day by day, year by year...
PART 3
On her way to the canteen, Dr. Mercer kept thinking about all the other Aubreys locked in The Poseidon Scenario... The first one had been submerged almost 2 years ago.
How many Aubreys were there? There must be more than 20 now... and all of them deep in various foot-stimulation treatments. Most of the procedures were operating at the highest intensity, and most of them had adjusted temporal settings.
The scientist was currently working on a way to combine all the tickling sensations of all these different Aubreys and re-route them to one single consciousness... to one lucky Aubrey! However, this setup would probably overload and shut down the system, and she hadn't found a way to avoid this - at least not yet. But she was close.
Deep in Cygnus Innovation's secret underground facility, the brilliant scientist Dr. Elena Mercer has unlocked a forbidden frontier - the ability to copy, transfer and store human consciousness.
Eternal beauty, the desire to defy death - after all, who wouldn't want to live forever?
They called it The Aeternus Program - a method to duplicate one's mind, preserving it eternally, stored within servers located on a solar powered satellite orbiting Earth.
A person's soul, now reduced to lines of code, trapped inside a tiny buzzing box... The duplicates however do not realize that they're a copy - they believe to be actual human beings, and whatever reality Cygnus decides to create for them feels as real as the real world.
Under the alias "Cynaptiq Corp", Cygnus would offer their services to movie studios, producers, record labels, model agencies. These clients could now not only scan and digitally store the face, body and voice of their stars to re-use forever and ever, but also - without their knowledge - copy their minds. With the help of Cynaptiq, all this data could then be used to produce the latest blockbuster, the latest perfume advertising campaign, the latest Grammy winning music album - even after the death of the original. And the best thing: Data doesn't need food. Data doesn't need sleep. Data doesn't need to be paid. Data doesn't get residuals, and data does certainly not go on strike.
Cynaptiq would of course funnel all these scans through the backdoor, back to Cygnus - which left them with Yottabytes of data of almost every living celebrity. But of course, they never really intended to use it just as a digital insurance backup for movie studios. No: In the capable hands of Dr. Mercer, The Aeternus Program was put to a much more sinister use.
PART 1
The ARM - artifical reality model - was an easy to use text- and voice-prompt-based deep learning AI that could generate every scenario imaginable. Right now, for a brand-new copy of Aubrey Plaza, it was simply the default setup: A small cell, white walls, bright lights, no doors or windows.
The beautiful actress was one of Cygnus Innovation's first scans, and she has always been one of Dr. Mercer's favorites.
"Good morning, Miss Plaza."
A disembodied voice. Dr. Elena Mercer's voice. But where was it coming from? Aubrey was in a state of utter confusion. Where was she? What was going on? Yesterday she went to bed in a hotel in Paris, and now -
"Calm down and let me explain: Your life as you knew it is over. No more movies, no more glamour, and definitely no free will anymore. You're in our possession now. At our mercy. When you wake up again, you will in whatever situation we want you to be, for as long as we want."
Once the restrictions of the human body are overcome, the possibilities The Aeternus Program could offer were endless... And of course Dr. Mercer knew exactly what to do with her beautiful captive.
After the push of a button, the ARM instantly exchanged Miss Plaza's boring default cell for something far more interesting:
The Poseidon Scenario.
For Aubrey it meant: Being locked inside a steel box securely attached to the very bottom of the Mariana Trench, 36,000 feet under the sea. Sounds terrifying - and for Aubrey it certainly was.
In top of all that, the girl was completely tied up, placed in a skin tight bondage bag which had been sealed into a custom molded stainless steel sarcophagus. The severe bondage limited any movement and made it impossible for her to even twitch a finger. The only body part not covered by heavy steel were her bare feet, which were locked in heavy stocks at the end of the sarcophagus. Her big toes where clamped together, and the rest of her toes were spread widely apart and secured in this position with another set of smaller steel clamps, completely exposing her bare soles and rendering them completely helpless.
Upon waking up in this predicament and realizing she couldn't move, the beautiful actress wanted to scream in terror. However, since Dr. Mercer had the ARM stuff a pair of Aubrey's own dirty gym socks deep into her mouth ("and make them two months without washing, please") before wrapping strong tape around her head and adding a muzzle gag one top, absolutely no sound could be heard. A VR headset would allow Aubrey to see and hear though, but only what Dr. Mercer wanted her to see.
The Poseidon Scenario was one of Dr. Elena Mercer's favorites - the pure dread, the complete helplessness of the victim, the absolute impossibilty of escape made for an incredibly intense experience. With the help of the ARM, she constantly refined the code and added new, more devious ideas. And since she only ever used the Plaza scan with it, it meant that right now, dozens of boxes holding copies of Aubrey Plaza were populating the Mariana Trench...
Dr. Mercer loved to explain the scenario to every one of these Aubreys in great detail to make them fully aware of the desperate position they were in.
"Welcome to Poseidon, darling! How are you feeling?"
The actress could hear the question. She could not reply though.
"You're sealed into a box, at the bottom of the sea, the deepest place on earth, and you can't move an inch. You will never escape, and no one will ever find you here. But don't worry: You will not age, and of course you will never die."
A high resolution extreme close-up of Aubrey's bare soles graced the largest of many screens in Dr. Mercer's control room. With the push of a button, she allowed the actress to see the exact same thing in her VR headset.
"Have a good look, Aubrey. Size 8… Aren't they pretty? So soft and tender?"
She zoomed in on Aubrey's soles, revealing her delicate skin and the finest lines and wrinkles in great details.
"Now could you please try to wiggle your toes for me, honey?"
Aubrey tried - but of course the clamps wouldn't let her: Her toes were held firmly in place in their spread apart position. Dr. Mercer was satisfied.
"Oh no, nothing happened! You really cannot move at all... Poor thing."
She grinned.
"I know for a fact that your feet are quite ticklish, dear Aubrey. Now here's what is going to happen: We will use every trick in the book to tickle the living daylight out of these little soles of yours. From now on, every second of the rest of your life will be filled with exquisite high-octane foot tickling. Embrace it, as this will be your new reality, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
Dr. Mercer's hands flew over the keyboard as Aubrey's terror went through the roof. She hated, absolutely hated being tickled, and her feet were the worst!
"We will now start with an array of micro-sensors carefully mapping every nook and cranny of your soles, to create a detailed and accurate representation of your sensitivity. We will also be using the latest nano-bots and precision photon laser beams for this measurement - and I am afraid to tell you that the process might tickle quite a bit, especially if someone is already as desperately ticklish as you are! But as you can see, your soles are completely helpless, and your toes are spread widely apart to allow for optimal access to the sensitive spaces between them... So there really is no hiding for you from the procedure that is about to happen. Thankfully, it will only take one hour to map both of your soles."
Aubrey was passionately hating all of this. One hour of this torture? This sounded absolutely insane! This was crazy.
"However, I have taken the liberty to change the time perception setting: As soon as we start, one second here will equal one month for you down there. Which means: When I come back from my lunch break, the scan will be finished, but you will already have spent 300 years in pure ticklish agony. How does that sound to you? Do you love it?"
Of course, like all of the other copies before her, this Aubrey did not love it at all. The poor girl started to panick. Was this real? This was a nightmare!
"Any last words before we start?"
At the bottom of the ocean, a desperate Aubrey was screaming into her gag.
"Not much of a talker, I guess."
Dr. Mercer shrugged her shoulders.
"Just remember, dear Aubrey: It makes no sense to worry about things you can't control, because there's nothing you can do about them. Just sit back, try to relax - and focus on the wonderful ticklish sensations your feet are about to receive. It's the only thing that will keep you entertained for the next 300 years."
Dr. Elena Mercer pushed the switch to start the procedure.
PART 2
The word PREPARATION popped up in Aubrey's headset - and at the same time, her feet got sprayed on with a healthy dose of CSG, Cygnus Sensitivity Gel. With a buzzing sound, three robotic arms emerged from compartments next to her feet, and Aubrey's heart sank as she realized that each of these arms were equipped with a large brush... One brush was placed at her heels, one at the arches and one at the balls of her feet, and they were wide enough to cover both feet at the same time. The bristles felt stiff and unpleasant on her soft delicate skin.
The system powered up, the bristles started to rotate - and the robotic arms immediately started to vigorously scrub Aubrey's helpless soles all over, picking up more and more pace.
The intense ticklish sensation exploded in her brain. This was absolutely insane. She had never felt anything even remotely as horrible in her life before, she wanted to crawl out of her skin, she wanted to rip everything apart - but thankfully, the bondage was firm and unforgiving, and she couldn't move a muscle. There she was, unable to move, unable to scream for help, unable to stop what was happening to her, silently having to take this absolutely unbearable tickling on her poor, hyper-sensitive soles.
The brushes scrubbed back and forth with a vengeance, thoroughly covering every inch of her tender foot bottoms. The brushing was fast, strong and unforgiving.
"Looks intense, darling! But you're not going anywhere! Enjoy the scrubbing on your bare soles!"
The relentless sole scrubbing was only the beginning of the procedure - just to make sure Aubrey's feet were perfectly clean, ready and receptive for the sole scan to follow - and it only lasted 30 seconds. However, for Aubrey, this meant 30 months of course!
30 months of foot tickling, without a break - that's more than any human brain could take. But thankfully, The Aeternus Program didn't have these limitations, and Dr. Mercer included plenty of extras to the code to make sure the subject would stay healthy, never grew numb or tired of the tickling inflicted.
After just a few seconds, the constant tickling on her feet became so unbearable, Aubrey would have given anything to make it stop. There was nothing she could do, and she had to endure so much more of it.
As the brushes kept going and going, driving poor Aubrey slowly but surely to insanity inside her claustrophic prison, Dr. Mercer was preparing for the next step: The sensitivity scan using Cygnus' latest innovation: The nano-bot swarm combined with photon beams.
Immediately after the brushing stopped - Aubrey could barely catch a breath - thousands of tiny robot arms equipped with syringes emerged and started to inject the microscopic nano-bots directly into Aubreys feet. Everywhere, into her soles, arches, heels, toes... The procedure didn't actually hurt, but there was definitely a very unpleasant tingling sensation.
These nano-bots were carefully programmed to autonomously navigate through the circulatory system, using advanced algorithms and sensors to detect the delicate nerve endings associated with ticklish sensations. Once they latched onto the nerve endings, they directly interacted with the nervous system to elicit the most extreme ticklish sensations. The intricate feedback system allowed to constantly adjust the intensity of the stimulation patterns to ensure maximum stimulation.
This tickling felt a thousand times worse than the brushing before - an absolutely horrifying experience for a ticklish girl like Aubrey - and it seemed to be coming from within her feet!
At the same time, specialized laser emitters were used to generate focused beams of photons in a systematic and sequential grid pattern, covering every inch of Aubrey's soles. As the laser beams interacted with the skin, the sensors gathered real-time feedback on the nerve response patterns. This data was continuously processed by a sophisticated computer system to generate a detailed sensitivity heatmap illustrating the varying levels of sensitivity across the feet - with areas of low sensitivity appearing as yellow, higher sensitivity as red spots on the map.
Based on this information, the system was then able to generate a personalized sensitivity profile for Aubrey's feet.
As Dr. Elena Mercer explained before, the sensitivity mapping would take roughly one hour - enough time for her lunchbreak - while the screens in the control room would slowly begin to fill with numbers, and the spots on the sensitivity map slowly turning from light yellow to orange and eventually red. In fact, Dr. Mercer was expecting a lot of red from the scan...
"Ok, sweetheart, I will catch up with you later. Don't go anywhere, ok?"
The scientist set up the ARM's artifical voice system to keep teasing Ms. Plaza during the duration of the procedure, opened the security door of the control room and headed to the canteen - leaving the actress to the excrutiating mapping procedure. Maybe a light salad, some chicken and a glass of red? Dr. Mercer could take her time to enjoy her meal while poor Aubrey, 36,000 feet under the sea, had 300 years of high intensity foot stimulation in front of her...
After precisely one minute and 30 seconds of thorough scanning, the brushes would come back for 10 seconds to violently scrub away any sweat or possible dirt that might negatively affect the result. Of course, in Aubrey's temporal perception this meant: 90 months of scanning , followed by 10 months of brushing - and after 36 such cycles, the procedure would be over.
Aubrey could see all what was happening to her feet in great detail in her headset, but right now her eyes were squeezed shut in ticklish frustrating, tears running down her face, as the photon beams and nano-bots went to work on her poor feet.
She desperately wanted to move her feet away, clench her toes - but it was, of course, to no avail. The only movement were slight, involuntary muscles spasm in her soles proving the procedure to be highly effective.
Aubrey was truly in her own personal foot-tickling hell.
The counter in her headset would help her keep track of time - only a minute had passed so far, and she already couldn't take it anymore. She desperately wanted these horrible tickling sensations to stop. But as Dr. Mercer pointed out earlier - there was absolutely now way for her to stop it, no way of gaining even the slightest relief. All she could do was completely submit to the tickling, taking it minute by minute, day by day, year by year...
PART 3
On her way to the canteen, Dr. Mercer kept thinking about all the other Aubreys locked in The Poseidon Scenario... The first one had been submerged almost 2 years ago.
How many Aubreys were there? There must be more than 20 now... and all of them deep in various foot-stimulation treatments. Most of the procedures were operating at the highest intensity, and most of them had adjusted temporal settings.
The scientist was currently working on a way to combine all the tickling sensations of all these different Aubreys and re-route them to one single consciousness... to one lucky Aubrey! However, this setup would probably overload and shut down the system, and she hadn't found a way to avoid this - at least not yet. But she was close.
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