When last we saw Prisoner 1138, he was convinced the life support systems in his cell were malfunctioning. This is one scientist who forgot his clinical training...
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Entry 10
This is more effective than any experiment I could have devised. If I am truly being watched, then surely my captors would have intervened by now. Uneaten food lies piled beneath the food dispensing slot. The air reeks of sweat and that particular "sick-room" smell that can never quite be eliminated by aerosolized disinfectant.
At this point I must assume that my med-chip data is not being monitored either, or it is and they are collating data points on my symptom progression. I have not risen from my bed in over a day. The linens around me are smeared with mucous, some of it, to my horror, now containing blood. Is this their plan? A final cruel irony--that I face the misery I inflicted, and will inflict, on so many others?
I am Prisoner 1138. I am Dr. bin Navi. I am dying.
Ooh...I absolutely love the detached clinical manner in which the Prisoner/Dr evaluates his own situation. Something is definitely going on here...but what?
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