*Entering Jack’s room Dr. Farrington stands towering over Jack. He wore fancy clothes underneath his white b coat. He had long light blonde hair, almost white in certain light, and a goatee. His face more muscur than you would normally see in a doctor. So young too, he had to be in his early 40s. *
Dr. Farrington: Good morning, Jack, how are you?
Jack: Tired, grumpy, I haven’t had an orgasm in 3 days now.
Dr. Farrington: Well, I have good news, we’ve been approved to do that test we’ve discussed
Jack: Fucking sweet, I can’t wait to nut all over that dirty vitals machine, oh that bitch is such a dirty slut. Always squeezing my arm with the BP cuff, and probing my mouth with that fucking thermometer. I can’t wait to give that bitch a taste of her own medicine.
Dr. Farrington: You talk about it like it’s a living breathing thing.
Jack: Well, it is to me doc.
Dr. Farrington: Fair enough.
Jack: So, when do I get to blow my load all over that thing.
Dr. Farrington: Well, it’ll be another couple of days, but hold tight Jack, I believe in you. If you hold out, we could get some really extraordinary results.
Whispers *and you’ll probably be so fucking high you won’t be able to move*
Jack: What was that, I didn’t catch that st part.
Dr. Farrington: Oh, nothing, just thinking about something.
Jack: Alright, well what’s the hold up on this anyway if you’ve already gotten approval.
Dr. Farrington: There’s a condition.
Jack: I’m listening
Dr. Farrington: You have to undergo Phallometric testing first, per the CMO. I think it’s a waste of time, but it’s a reasonable request. The CMO wants to get some documentation in pce to validate letting you jerk off all over the hospital’s property.
Jack: Okay, what the fuck is phallometric testing?
Dr. Farrington: Well, it’s a testing they typically use for pedophiles, it tests how aroused certain topics make them. We can use it to see how aroused you get looking at pictures of machines and discussing various scenarios.
Jack: Jesus, what’s the fucking point of that? Look at my dick doctor, JUST LOOK AT IT!!! LOOOOK!
*The doctor looks down, Jack has a massive erection, he quickly looks away and clears his throat*
Dr. Farrington: I see
Jack: Yeah, I can’t stop thinking about that vitals machine, I feel like I’m about to explode mate and it’s making me super angry. The adrenaline and testosterone flowing through me right now I feel like I could lift a fucking car.
Dr. Farrington: We could test that, see if you can lift your bed off the ground, you shouldn’t be able to it’s
*Before the dr. can finish his sentence Jack reaches down and grabs the base of the bed with one arm, lifting it off the ground for a moment and then letting it drop with a thud*
Dr. Farrington: Holy shit dude, that bed is seriously at the very least a few hundred pounds. The wood frame is filled with cement so that the patients can’t lift or move the beds and use them as weapons or a barricade even.
Jack: Yeah doc, it’s not good. I’m going full hulk mode; I can feel it.
Dr. Farrington: Okay, I’ll see if I can put a rush on this, maybe we can get the phallometric testing done today, and I’ll approve some overtime and see if we can set up for tonight.
Jack: Yes!!! Okay, I can breathe. For now, doc, don’t let me down. I can’t promise I won’t lose it.
Dr. Farrington: Okay, I’ll call in a favor over to Judge Harmon, he’s a good friend. I’ll have em send a technician for fitting right away. After that a specialist will come by and run the tests and give us the results. As soon as that’s done, we’ll set you up.
Jack: Okay, sounds good
Dr. Farrington: See ya soon.
Jack: Later doc.
*Scene changes to Dr. Farrington checking in on Steve*
Dr. Farrington: Good morning, Steve, you ready for your testing?
Steve: I think so.
Dr. Farrington: Don’t worry they’re just going to attach some wires to your head and monitor your brain waves.
Steve: I’m not worried about that, what if I do something crazy when I’m hallucinating.
Dr. Farrington: We will have you set up in a padded room Steve, you’ll have underwear on but that’s it. If it becomes dangerous at any point, we have people on standby to medicate you. It will be okay. One more thing, I would like to film this as well, if that’s okay with you. I know it may be embarrassing, but it might help you to see it. Do we have your consent? If so, I need you to sign this.
*Doc hands Steve the document, Steve just signs it without saying a word*
Dr. Farrington: Okay, well that about sums up what we need to discuss, any questions before I head off?
Steve: Nope
Dr. Farrington: Okay, well I’m off then. See you when you get back.
*Dr. Farrington heads out of Steve’s room and heads over to Henry’s room. He’s well aware of his habits. He tends to see patients in the same order every day. Any break in his order and it causes him severe stress. He rushes quickly to get into Henry’s room before anyone can interrupt his tightly knit schedule. He knocks at the door *
Henry: Come in
Dr. Farrington: Good morning, Henry.
Henry: Good morning
Dr. Farrington: I’ve confirmed everything you said with Dr. Habib. So, I apologize for doubting you. It just seemed completely ridiculous when you told me.
Henry: Yeah? That’s fine, I’m not sure what you’re apologizing about, I enjoyed talking to you yesterday. You’re probably the nicest person I’ve ever met.
Dr. Farrington: What? You really are clueless, aren’t you?
Henry: Who me? Yeah, I’ve been told that.
Dr. Farrington: I’m not really sure what to do for you Henry, I’m not really sure why you’re even here to be honest, I’d like to do a few tests, though. Would you be okay with that?
Henry: Yeah, whatever you ask doc.
Dr. Farrington: One is an IQ test have you ever had one done before?
Henry: Um, I think so, when I was really little.
Dr. Farrington: Do you remember the results?
Henry: No, they never shared them with me. My parents said it was probably best I didn’t know.
Dr. Farrington: Okay… The other one is a behavioral analysis, have you ever had that done?
Henry: Not that I’m aware.
Dr. Farrington: Okay, that’s fine. The behavioral analysists come by on Fridays, which is tomorrow so he will see you then. The IQ testing is done on Saturdays when the team is here. They usually test the kids on the children’s unit, but they’re aware and will send someone over here to test you. I don’t see any need to see you again until those tests are done, is there anything you would like to discuss before I leave? I won’t see you again until Monday morning.
Henry: No Doc, I’m good.
Dr. Farrington whispers: Thank God
Henry: what was that?
Dr. Farrington: Nothing, have a good day Henry, bye.
Henry: Bye-bye
*Dr. Farrington makes his way out of Henry’s room directly to Eric’s; he knocks on the door. *
Eric: Come in
Dr. Farrington: Good morning, Eric, I see you’re doing well.
*Eric is on the floor doing various exercises, books in about*
Eric: Oh, yes. I feel like a different man since our talk yesterday. I have become acquainted with the other men here. Despite their unique issues they seem to be quite useful. I think I would like to make them my friends. I feel I can trust them for some reason, maybe it’s because they’re so strange, who knows. Henry, is quite odd though. He cks the ability to use abstract thinking it seems; everything is so concrete with him.
Dr. Farrington: Please, I’d rather not discuss the other patients. It could be considered a bit of a HIPAA viotion. Anyway, just checking in, is there anything you need?
Eric: Maybe some more books, I’ll be finished with these soon, and I’ve already read all the other books before.
Dr. Farrington: Quite studious of you. I’ll see what I can find.
Eric: Thanks.
*Dr. Farrington leaves Eric’s room and heads to his final destination, Jeans room. He stops, just out of sight of any cameras. He’s memorized their pcements throughout the hospital. for a moment he looks around while pulling out his vial. Two dabs on his finger and a light sniff, pcing it back in his inner pocket of his white coat. His eyes widened, he walks the rest of the way and knocks on Jean’s door. *
Jean: Si?
Dr. Farrington: May I come in?
Jean: Shure, I guess. You going to berate me like you did yesterday?
Dr. Farrington: Not if you’ve read the material and have some sort of an expnation.
Jean: Yah, I fucking read eet, hating every fucking moment of eet. Eet vas hard to comprehend you see, with zee amount of angore I felt towards yew, but I sink zat I understand most of eet. From vhat I gazzered I suffer from narcissistic personality disorder, a severe case it seems. I don’t sink zat I have kleptomania zoh; I mean I could, but zis impulse or excitement zay discussed doesn’t seem to be present when I take sings. My thought process eez more along zee lines of liking somesing I see and feeling as eef it’s owed to me, eets more zan zat actually, eets zat I already own eet. Az eef picking eet up and taking eet iz like picking up my own belongings. You see, I’ve spent most of my life living like zis, so I guess I didn’t realize eet would get me in zis trouble. I don’t want to be doped up eezer, but I’d be willing to do counseling. Anyway, zats all I can really gazzer at zis point. I feel quite broken, so I sink I’m done talking for now. J’aimerais pouvoir dire que c’etait agreable de te voir (I wish I could say it was nice to see you)
Dr. Farrington: Well, if it’s any consotion, you passed. You may think I’m a dick, in fact I probably am. But it’s important for you to feel that hate. Most people despise narcissists, and in society they often end up with tattered retionships. I may not be able to fix you, only you could do that. At the very least I will let you know what you are.
*Jean remains quiet, he loathes this man with his entire being… but he has no argument. He’s been forced to stare at himself, and he doesn’t like what he sees. When had he become so unaware of everyone else. Why was he so obsessed, with himself. He did not wish to ask this monster of a man in front of him. Nor did he wish to unleash this man’s wrath. He could tell this man was more than what he seemed. Not just some psychiatrist in a hospital. He could sense the narcissism in him as well, I guess it takes one to know one he thought. There was definitely something else there as well that he couldn’t quite comprehend, something sinister possibly *
*Dr. Farrington stares deeply into Jean’s eyes, a slight smile forming on his face. Jean looks away, feeling almost as if the doctor could read his mind *
Dr. Farrington: I would like for you to start socializing with the other patients and staff. All while dropping that perfect view of yourself. Allow yourself to be vulnerable, and make some real connections. That’s your next step. I’ll be busy tomorrow and I’m not here on the weekends, so let’s discuss this more on Monday. You don’t need medications, and it seems you don’t want them anyway. So, as long as you’re compliant I will allow that. Step out of line though and it’ll be another story. I have to go now; you have a good day.
*And with that Dr. Farrington headed back to his office. *
*Scene changes to Jack’s room, the technician has just arrived his name is Sam*
Sam: Hello, are you Jack Machin?
Jacks: That’s me
Sam: I’m Sam, I’m here to fit the penile volumetric device
Jack: The what?
Sam: It’s a device used to measure changes in length and diameter by changes in air levels inside of a tube. It requires precise measurements to be effective.
Jack: Is it part of the machine?
Sam: Well, yes, it’ll be used to measure the changes, I just said that.
Jack: I don’t know if that’s going to work mate, I’m already getting a boner, in fact if you stick my dick inside anything I’m pretty sure I’ll blow my load.
Sam: Jesus, okay. Well, there are ways to try and keep that from happening. One we have to inject Phenylephrine directly into your penis, we will also give you a combination of medications, probably Gabapentin, Baclofen and Leuprolide. If that doesn’t work, we may also need to sedate you.
Jack: Jesus that’s a fuck ton of meds just to stop a boner… You may as well sedate me then, I literally can’t stop thinking about cpping that contraption’s ass cheeks, if you know what I mean.
Sam: Not quite sure I follow; this machine doesn’t have ass cheeks.
Jack: for fuck’s sake mate it’s a figure of speech, I wanna fuck your stupid machine ok. Did they not tell you I’m a Techno sexual, you must be some kind of fuckin special. Coming here to measure my dick in the dark are you.
Sam: Okay jeez man, I get it. We’ll get you medicated and I’ll measure it. You don’t have to be a dick man!
Jack: Look at my dick! LOOOOK AT IT!
*As if compelled by magic Sam looks at his dick, he wants to look away but he can’t*
Sam: Jesus man it’s pulsating, and the veins, holy hell It’s as red as a tomato.
Jack: I know, now hurry the fuck up and get this shit over with before my dick explodes.
*Sam gets everything ordered, and gets Jack medicated and sedated. Jack ys down, and being extremely sleepy from the meds, falls asleep. It takes a few minutes but Jack’s boner subsides. Sam is finally able to complete the required measurements. *
*Scene fades to bck. Jack begins to wake up. As he opens his eyes, he feels groggy. He notices he’s in a wheel chair and in front of him is a man sitting next to a machine he’s never seen before. His excitement rises. *
Specialist: Ahh, there he is, he has awakened.
Jack: Wow, what a fucking weird way to greet someone, are you some kind of creep?
Specialist: In a way I guess you could say. I mean my profession is measuring changes in the size of someone’s penis when I show them various pictures, so yeah call me a creep if you want. I will remind you; your penis is strapped to this machine here.
*Jack’s excitement rises*
Specialist: Ohh that was quick, you like this machine, do you?
Jack: Why don’t you tell me your name before you start talking dirty to me.
Specialist: My name is John, I’m a retired agent from the State of Arizona.
Jack: An agent of what? dicks, haha
John: Yeah, exactly
Jack: I kind of like you, you’re funny.
John: Thanks, well let’s get started. I’m going to slowly show you a few pictures. At first it will just be the pictures. They will be of various things. Usually this is used to identify pedophiles for severe cases of sexual assaults or molestation. For you however, the test has been tailored specifically for you. I took out the pictures and scenarios involving children. Alright here we go, are you ready?
Jack: Yup…
*John begins to show pictures to Jack, pressing a button after a few seconds of viewing the picture and then moving to the next. The first pictures are of farm animals, posed in what seemed to be an attempt to be provocative. A cow from behind looking back towards the camera, a chicken leaned over with its wings out, a pig ying on its back, a horse in a simir position to the cows. After the onsught of farm animal pictures came pictures of nude porn stars having sex in multiple positions or sexy nude poses*
Jack: Who picked these pictures? Was it you John? Do you get to choose the final cut.
John: Please no talking during the testing Jack, I promise I’ll answer any questions at the end, just focus on the pictures.
*John begins to show pictures of cars, motorcycles, a pne, a dish washer, a refrigerator and a toaster*
John: Alright, now I will take a photograph from each category and give you a scenario I’d like you to py in your head.
*John Holds up the picture of the horse. *
John: Imagine having sex with the horse.
*Jack grimaces. John holds up the next photograph*
John: Imagine having sex with this porn star
*Jack doesn’t grimace, but he’s obviously not interested. John holds up the next photograph. *
John: Imagine having sex with this toaster
*Jack shifts in his seat and seems to become quite uncomfortable*
Jack: Put it away, put the photo away, IF YOU DON’T PUT THE FUCKING PHOTO AWAY I’M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR MACHINE. John pces the photo down. *
John: We’re finished you can remove the device.
*Jack removes the device quickly and starts to breathe heavily. *
Jack: Phew, that was close. Okay John, how’d I do?
John: Well, if your goal was to be only attracted to machines, I’d say you passed with flying colors. This is actually the most aroused I have seen someone get, in all the measurement changes I’ve measured in my career, and I’ve done thousands of these, nothing even compares. most will still be aroused by other things too, like boobs, ass, blowjobs, doggy style, whatever you name it, there’s usually something else along with whatever else we’re testing for to begin with. Not you though, you were as soft as can be until we talked about the machines. Also, the rate at which your erection retracted when switching back to the farm animals has to be a record as well. Finally, when I told you to imagine having sex with a toaster, you shot up like a rocket. I’d say this is very conclusive evidence of a severe case of mechaphilia.
Jack: Nice, that’s good news.
John: Good news? Interesting.
Jack: Yeah, doc said if the test went well then, I could bang the vitals machine the BHTs are always bringing around. The thing is really teasing me, squeezing my arm and probing my mouth. So, a little pay back is in order, I’m gonna show that dirty slut who’s boss.
John: Okay, well, have fun. That’s all the time I needed; I’ll send my report right over to Dr. Farrington. Do you have any questions before I leave?
Jack: Yeah, did you make the final cut? You picked those pictures out, didn’t you?
John: Guilty. Well, have a good night, Jack.
Jack: Oh, you better fucking believe it!
*John chuckles as he’s gathering his equipment. With everything packed up he heads for the exit. Jack is wheeled back to his room by one of the BHTs, Dustin. *
Dustin: Alright Jack, here we are.
Jack: Do you know when Dr. Farrington will be by?
Dustin: He told me to call him as soon as you’re back in your room, so I’d guess within the hour.
*Scene fades to bck and comes back to Dr. Farrington walking a vitals machine to Jack’s room with Dustin and a female Phlebotomist behind him. *
Dr. Farrington: Alright Jack we have your vitals machine and the baby sized blood pressure cuff you requested. Go ahead and do your thing, just let us know as soon as you’re finished.
Jack: Okay Doc
*Jack appears to be extremely excited, grabbing the vitals machine and hurrying back into his room. The 3 employees wait patiently outside for Jack to finish. Jack can be heard through the door. *
Jack: Oh, you dirty slut, I told you I’d get ya. You wanna see my dick, do ya? Yeah, stick that probe in my ass, tell me my anal temp you naughty bitch.
*The staff outside Jack’s room shift around uncomfortably*
Phlebotomist: Jeez, this is extremely awkward.
Dr. Farrington: Yeah, a little. It is quite interesting if you think about it though. I mean the man is extremely attracted to machines. Beyond measure really.
Jack: OH YEAH!!! Take that, TAKE IT! Take the blood pressure on my dick. OH GOD!!! You’re squeezing so hard; you must want this cum all over you. Oh, slow down or I’m gonna, Oh NEVERMIND GO FASTER, FASTER!!!. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT, OH MY GOD, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN’T STOP CUMMING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT’S A NEVER-ENDING FLOW OF CUM. I TOLD YOU BITCH! AHHHHAHAHAHA. I TOLD YOU ID, GET YOUOUOUOU ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH oooooohhh yeah!
*Silence for a minute.*
Jack slurs: Okay doc, I’m done. Come draw my blood.
*The doc opens the door and they all head in, doc flips the light switch on and there in the bed ys Jack and the vitals machine, ying in a huge pile of cum. More cum than anyone there thought humanly possible. With the blood pressure cuff wrapped around Jack’s penis and the thermometer probe still in his ass*
Dr. Farrington: Jesus Jack put some fucking pants on, clean yourself up at least.
Jack slurs: Huh? Pants? clean up? I can hardly move Doc, I feel sooooo good…
Phlebotomist: I don’t know if I can get his blood, there is cum everywhere.
Dr. Farrington: GET THE FUCKING BLOOD DAMNIT!!! I DON’T CARE IF YOU GET CUM ON YOU! DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH WENT INTO THIS, HURRY UP AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!!!
Phlebotomist: Jesus Doc, calm down. I’ll do it but you’ll owe me, and don’t ever talk to me like that again.
Dr. Farrington: Sorry, just a little on edge.
*Dr. Farrington walks out of the room, pulls out his vial, 3 bumps this time, and a light sniff, eyes widened. He runs his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, and rubbing his eyes, then cracks his neck in his usual fashion. *
Dr. Farrington: Are we done yet? Did we get the blood? Remember I need two vials.
*The Phlebotomist hands two vials of blood to Dr. Farrington*
Dr. Farrington: Good night, Jack, and good night, Katrina.
Katrina: Good night big boy, you want me to come by ter? How you talked to me earlier has me so, horny.
Dr. Farrington whispers: Shhh, Jack or Dustin might hear you. Just give me a few hours.
*Dr. Farrington looks at his watch*
it’s 845 now, let’s say after 1. Text me when you’re on your way. I got to go, see ya soon. Shhh
*Dr. Farrington pces his finger on Katrina’s lips, she bites at it. *
*Dr. Farrington heads towards the b, slipping one of the vials into his coat pocket. It’s a little walk through the halls of the hospital, past a few nursing stations, everyone greets Dr. Farrington as he walks by. He is highly respected in this pce. Everyone stands off to the side as he walks by, as if he is a high-ranking officer. Some even seem to bow their heads as a sign of respect. Dr. Farrington pays no mind to any of it, his mind is on other things right now. The excitement surging inside of him is almost unbearable at this point. He needs to get home, and fast. Dr. Farrington quickens his step and soon arrives at the b. A b tech seems to be waiting for him. *
Lab Tech: Oh hey Dr. Farrington! Nice to see you.
Dr. Farrington: Here Josh, I asked you to do this because I trust you. Make sure to run all the tests we discussed. I need to be on my way now. See ya.
Lab Tech: Yes sir, have a good night.
*Dr. Farrington rushes off*
*A few hours ago. Scene zooms in on Steve, sitting on the floor inside a padded room with an EEG Cap pced over his head. Outside the door sits a man in front of a computer and the EEG machine, the wires plugged in leading to what appears to be a Bluetooth device. The man speaks into an intercom device to Steve, Steve hears the man’s voice come through the intercom. *
Man: Hello Steve, my name is Michael, I’ll be conducting your test today. I would like to start out getting a base line, we will run this for about an hour. You just sit there quietly. At the 15-minute mark I will py some music for you, after that a short story will be pyed, the st 15 minutes will be a bunch of random noises. After that is done, I will begin the 2nd phase of testing. You do not need to answer, I won’t be able to hear you. Just give me a thumbs up when you’re ready.
*Steve puts his thumb up and the test begins*
*The first hour of testing passes as described without incident*
Michael: Okay Steve, good job, the first part is done. The next phase, I will be releasing a gas into the room. It is made up of simir gases and aromatics of someone’s fart. It’s to simute a real fart. After 15 minutes the test will follow the same path as the previous one, I will py the same music, story and sounds to see how you react. Give me a thumbs up when you’re ready.
*Steve gives the thumbs up; the test begins*
* A greenish yellow colored gas seeps into the room, the aromatics are quite strong, they might have overdone it. Steve can be seen breathing in the air, he gags and begins dry heaving for a moment. Then he stops. Steve is no longer lucid. Steve cranks his head around in a strange manner, he is now crouched down on all fours, crawling around. He begins to crawl up the side of the wall. *
*The man watches from his computer monitors with a look of disbelief. *
Michael: How is he doing that?
*Steve has climbed up near the top of the room in one of the corners. He rips his underwear off and begins ripping it to shreds, pcing the pieces in his mouth he eats them. Steve’s body begins shaking rapidly. On the computer screens the movements are so fast Steve just looks like a giant blur. *
Michael: What the fuck?
*Music begins to py. Steve begins a strange dance while hanging from the wall/ceiling. Almost as if he is a Peacock Spider doing his mating dance. This goes on for the full 15 minutes the music pys. As the music ends, and the story begins. Steven stops dancing, a slow stream of white cloth begins to come out of the tip of his penis. *
Michael: What is that?
*Michael watches closely, this is the strangest thing he has ever seen. Steve is taking the string from the tip of his penis and pcing it in various lines from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. As the story pys, Steve continues to pce the lines in an intricate pattern, once all the lines have been pced, he begins to weave them all together in the well-known pattern of a spider web. As the story ends, and the random sounds being, Steve just finishes the web then crawls to the middle of the spider web and sits as if waiting for his prey. Miraculously the web holds Steve in pce. Steve sits still for the remaining duration. *
Michael: Steve? You there, bud? The test is over You can come down now.
*Steve sits for a moment longer, and then slowly crawls out of the web, and back to the middle of the room, where he sits down and appears to come to. Steve shakes his head and rubs his eyes*
Steve: What the hell happened?
*Steve looks around and sees the giant web. *
Steve: Did I make that?
*Steve suddenly realizes his underwear is missing. It doesn’t seem to faze him though. He hears Michael’s voice. *
Michael: Steve you back buddy? Give me a thumbs up if you hear me.
*Steve gives the thumbs up. *
Michael: Okay good, wow Steve that was quite incredible I’m not going to lie. Let’s just move on to the final stage of the test. I’m sure the doctor will want to review all these results with you, and we definitely got some good camera footage. So, good job. The final phase is you smelling your own farts. This time just give the thumbs up once you’re able to fart, when I say go you let em rip.
*It only takes a moment for Steve to be ready. He gives the thumbs up. *
Michael: Okay, 3, 2, 1 go.
*Steve farts, a long rumbling sound. Steve takes a long hard whiff. He wants this test to be done right so he doesn’t have to do it again. He sits for a moment nothing happening, then out of the corner of his eyes he sees it. A hand reaching out to him from the wall beckoning him to grab on. Steve grabs the hand which pulls him up. From the camera it looks as if Steve just levitated upwards from the sitting position. More hands can be seen coming out of the walls, for some reason though Steve isn’t afraid. He feels calm. He can feel the presence of the strange hands, almost as if they’re communicating with him. Calling him to py with them. Almost as if he has opened a gateway to another dimension of beings. The music begins, the hands begin to rhythmically bounce, they want Steve to dance with them. Steve begins hopping from hand to hand, up and down the hands, across the room and all around. The hands begin to grab Steve, throwing him through the air like a gymnast doing various flips. “This is fun” Steve thinks. This continues for the duration of the music. When the story begins, the hands pce Steve in the middle and begin to give Steve the best massage he has ever received. One of the hands tries to reach down and give Steve a hand job. *
Steve: No please, they’re watching me, I can’t do that right now, that’s too embarrassing.
*Understanding the hand retracts. The massage continues for the duration of the repeated story. Once the story is over, the hands begin making a message for Steve. *
Hands: HELLO… STEVE… WE ARE…YOUR… FRIEND…NOT ALL… YOU SEE… WILL BE… FRIEND… SOME…WILL BE… FOE…REMEM…BER…WHAT… YOU… FELT…TODAY…HELP… YOU… UNDER… STAND… WHO IS… FRIEND… AND…WHO IS… FOE… YOU… MUST… LEARN… TO… CONTROL… YOUR… EMOTION… OUR… TIME… IS… DONE… GOOD…BYE.
*The hands disappear from Steve’s vision. He can’t help but feel a sense of sadness. Like he may never see them again. The test concludes, and Steve is sent back to his room to await the results from Dr. Farrington. Being sleepy from the 3 hours of testing, Steve falls quickly into a deep sleep. *
