Day 43: Intercom, Evening

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Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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"If you're game for it," Tony replied, only half-joking. Even if Landel really was dead, even if the situation with I.R.I.S. was one they could exploit, it might be days or weeks until the change saw fruit. Something to decompress with in that time could almost be considered therapy, albeit not a kind the doctors would be likely to approve of even if they were genuine.

He snorted a near-laugh, and looked around the small room. "Radios, mostly," he said. "A lot of what I could use, we probably can't get our hands on here. If we could find an intercom station, that would make things a lot simpler." Unfortunately, he thought it was all too likely any such thing would be locked up behind doors they'd need nothing short of plastic explosives to open.

Before he could say anything further, the intercom sounded again, the automated voice drawing his attention up toward the speaker.