It had been weeks since the subject had been placed into the recovery chamber and things were moving slowly. Very slowly. Even though he was alive, the subject's brain wave patterns and heart and breathing rates were such that he seemed to be sleeping.
Normally, this would not be a problem, TRIM had performed experiments on sleeping subjects before, but if even the slightest thing went wrong, his chances of living might as well be zero. This, of course, frustrated Cis to no end.
"Damnit!" She exclaimed for at least the tenth time. "So many years of research, so much planning, and, when we finally get a subject that can be experimented on, he will not wake up! Damnit!"
Cis moved from the computer terminal she was standing in front of to stand in front of to stand in front of, and glare at, the recovery chamber. "What do you want from us?" She muttered. "We've done everything humanly possible, went to extremely great lengths, I've even put my job on the line for this. So why won't you wake up?!" Her last sentence went from her quiet muttering and built up until the last two words were a shout."
As if on cue, one of her assistants spoke up. "Ma'am, he readings are picking up. He's just below consciousness. Experimentation should be safe now." Cis turned back to the chamber and looked at it thoughtfully. Was it chance? Or did you hear me? She thought.
"Right." She said. "Let's get ready to experiment."
