#3 - Cold Vaccine

Words: Injection (technology, likely, wait, maze)

Genre: Cyberpunk

After the seventh injection, she started to feel like she was gonna pass out.

Guillon looked at her in pity.

-Such a waste, such a young and beautiful woman- he thought.

He was a family friend for almost thirty years. Selia was fifteen years old when she heard about how Guillion was fired from the neo-technology company his father worked. As she heard he was a brilliant bio-surgeon, last of his kind in upper classes after every operation had been taken over by automatic operators. His father took pity on him and secured a small place in High Gardens for a while. But it was obvious he had to move to the lower areas soon.

After her parent's death and her sister kidnapped, she thought she would find Guillion contracted under a gangster. Someone skilled as him would likely end up in the hands of the mafia in lower sectors in the country.

"I told you it would be painful" he sighed.

"Finish the procedure, you damn monkey" she cried.

She did not mean to yell at him, not when she knew the only person could help her was him. It was mostly painkillers which were starting to lose their effect. He knew.

After almost six hours of operation. Guillon's assistance was tired and trembling.

"I think she past out. What we'll do now?" he asked.

"Now we wait, whether or not she passes the final test. But I believe she will" he smirked.

The thing she was experiencing was something completely different from her. For someone to spend her entire time in virtual worlds, this part of the virtual understanding was nothing compared with anything she has seen so far.

It was a maze, built by her own mind. The quest was not completing it but let something take control of it. If she wasn't that determined, she wouldn't even think letting something like that happen, no one would.

It was like there were thousands of stings trying to breach every part of her brain. And every time a needle got through, it felt like a cold liquid taking over and freeze every thought, every memory, every feeling, every neuron.

It was unbearable. Yet she let it happen anyway. Time has stopped or hundreds of years have passed until she lost her reach the last part of her own will.