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I actually end up drifting off for a while. What with absolutely nothing to do, no means to really move or occupy me in any way it's fairly natural that eventually napping becomes the only viable option to me. I am woken up not so much by them telling me anything new. That would have been polite. Nope, instead I wake up when my body starts moving on its own again. Which is jarring to say the least, especially since it is still an extremely painful experience. I look around and oddly don't even find the other two in the garage with me anymore. Meaning either they knocked me out or I got so out of it they just didn't bother grabbing me right away, which is odd because I had thought that that transmitter didn't have that much of a range. Though when I step out and take a good look at things I'm sort of get an understanding of why it would still work. I'm no longer where I was.

Instead of just some more or less random part of the city I'm now in some sort of very large facility. There are a bunch of people in like hazmat suits or something, but the sizes and proportions don't entirely seem quite right. There isn't any sort of sign of how that garage got here. It's almost like the garage had been transported to a giant warehouse of some sort. Upon me leaving the garage the door starts to close and I find myself standing still as a couple of individuals in the special suits walk up to me casually, speaking to each other in a language I cannot understand. Once they get to within a few paces one pushes a button on a device on his pocket and a medical bed on an incline being pulled by some sort of robot wheels up to us. I then quickly finding my body moving against my own will to the bed. Once I get to it I lean back and rest against it. The two individuals then go about securing me tightly to the bed before the bed begins to move. They follow right beside. I'm able to still look around as before but now even if my body was in my own control I still wouldn't be able to go anywhere with the bindings.

And since I cannot for the life of me understand a word of what the two carrying me off are saying I'm left with no alternative than to simply observe my surroundings. Once we get close to leaving the main warehouse like area I find one of them getting a beeping signal of some sort, immediately reacting to the fact and then reaching underneath the bed and pulling out some sort of gas mask and then straps it around my head. I try to resist at first but it's not like I really can do all that much in this bed. Once the mask is on they continue and bring me out through a door leading further into wherever this is. I catch a glimpse of what looks like a window but only really see what looks to be the night sky. Which might be an indication of how long they kept me hostage but at the same time the perspective is all wrong. The window was to the side and I didn't see any sort of horizon. Unless those two were telling the truth and I'm really now in space or something. Though I do quickly find out the reasoning for the gas mask. Or at least I think I do. The air in the corridor feels a little thinner than what I'm used to. But more importantly it creates a sort of haze over everything and is irritating my eyes a little bit.

Which means I have to end up blinking a lot more than usual. But I guess the main thing it means is that the air in this room is not all that breathable, or at least not nearly as breathable as what I'm used to. Might just be like trying to walk through incredibly thick smog. But if the space theory is correct, it would stand to reason that a different race might not used to breathing the air that we normally would, though that does make the two that captured me a bit of off as they seemed to breathe it just fine all things considered. My two escorts if you can call them that eventually lead me to a fairly small room with a few vats. They move me close to one of the vats and then stop. One of them moves away and quickly brings back a tray of implements, though I can't exactly determine the function of them. I try to squirm as they start to bring one of them closer to me, but to all the same effect it's had since they stuck that thing in my neck. But as terrifying as it looks, what it is being used for is far more disturbing than hazardous. It doesn't even really ever contact my skin. Instead they begin to use it to unceremoniously remove my clothing. They are extremely careful to not leave any marks on me, though I don't know for certain if it's because it can't or if they're just being that careful. However as they don't stop at just pants and shirt I'm left with the situation of being completely naked in front of them once they're finished and being unable to even try and hide my dignity with my hands. Instead I'm forced to just let it hang out there for anyone to stare at. Thankfully the two of them don't seem to care. What is strange, however, is that instead of simply trying to pull off my shoes they go about cutting those off too. It's like they don't know how things are normally removed and thus just cut everything off just in case.

Once I'm completely naked one of them pulls out a remote and begins forcing my body to start moving again. I stand up and begin to walk into one of the nearby vats. In the middle of the vat is something which I'm guessing is supposed to be a kind of chair, though it really mainly just looks like a very skinny ski lift. The two move in with me and quickly begin to strap my arms into little slots, securing me tightly into the ski lift. Once they've made it so that I can't even move anything even without that control chip in my neck they reach back and start grabbing various little things. I turn my head as far as I can and it looks a bit like tubes hooked up to something or other. They begin to attach them to various places on my body, all of which are on my back side. Oddly, they also stick a tube both on my feet and just above my ass. None of the tubes really hurt, at least. The sensation is similar to when putting the hose of a vacuum onto your skin. You feel a pull that makes sure it is connected, but doesn't immediately make any sort of action after the fact. They stick the tubes just about everywhere, including the back of my neck. I have half a thought to think of the plugs from the Matrix, but that wouldn't be all that pleasant an experience anyway. Once they are almost done they go about first taking a pair of goggles and slipping it onto my head over my eyes. After that they take out the gas mask and quickly grab another tube from the ceiling and bring it forward. This one has a much different end and they forcefully open up my mouth and stick it in. I hold my breath for a minute, not knowing what all it may be but find that it's just normal air, like what the other gas mask was doing. Which I guess has to make some kind of sense since the one was tied to that chair and likely will be leaving with that chair. I try calling out to them a few times through the hose but find they still are either not paying me any attention or can't hear me.

Once they have apparently done as much as they're going to do they leave the tank and close the door. The moment the door to the vat is closed I find that my body is once again fully under my own control, for all the good it does. I'm guessing that whatever material that this vat is made of blocks the signals from whatever controls that chip they put into my neck. A small comfort that doesn't really make up for the whole being abducted against my will and stripped down and put into some sort of vat on display for everyone to stare at. In the distance I see someone start heading towards me and stopping at some sort of panel. Like the others they're wearing a sort of hazmat suit or something. I try to call out to them but once again they seem to have no response to my pleas. They are playing around with a control panel of some sort and periodically looking up at me but show no sign of doing anything to help me out. Eventually they finish playing around with the console in front of them and then turns to walk away. Somewhat dejected I half wonder what all is going to happen to me. They clearly don't want me dead but that doesn't really leave much beyond that. Like the question of those little tubes they have stuck all over me.

I hear a sound coming from above me and a fluid quickly starts pouring out of the ceiling. I flinch when it touches me. It's oddly warm to the touch but stings slightly. Even though I have the goggles on I still close my eyes on the off chance the goggles don't work. The entire tube seems to be filling with this fluid very quickly. As it starts to rise up higher and higher I find strands of hair falling down into the pool. Apparently I'm starting to lose all my hair as a result of this liquid. Great, means they decided to either put me into a vat of acid or I've gone radioactive and am about to keel over. Yet beyond my skin itching something fierce, especially on the areas that are fully covered by the thin, yellowish fluid there seems to be nothing at all wrong with me. Granted I highly suspect it would likely kill me if it got into my insides. I can see that it is causing all of the hair on my body to fall off, not just the top of my head. And I can only imagine what all it's doing to my junk. But once the entirety of my body has been hit with this liquid the entire thing is drained and a clear liquid starts coming down in even greater intensity. This one doesn't seem to be at all harmful, though it does definitely feel weird on my body after that first liquid had run its course. My guess is that it was water. I suppose the first might have been a decontamination liquid? Though not at all sure why it had to be bad enough to remove all my hair, which I must admit makes me look extremely odd. Once I'm mostly done I get a few more high-pressure spurts shooting down at me, probably more designed to blow anything off me. Then I also get the sensation of being in a giant hair dryer as they apparently want me dry for whatever they plan on doing to me.

Once that is done I'm forced with no other alternative but wait to see what else they have in store for me. The ground drops out from underneath me and is swept out, probably removing any hair that might have fallen there. Let's me know that there is a fairly sizeable portion of something beneath me, whether that is particularly useful or not I can't tell. So enraptured with staring at the ground trying to see if I can notice anything that may end up actually being helpful for me in the long run I end up flinching as a thick, cold liquid begins to come down from the ceiling and lands on my shoulders. This green liquid is extremely thick, about half the thickness of honey. And it just flows down my entire body. I do notice that they seem to have closed off the hole on the bottom and it starts to fill the tank up with this green fluid. This one at least doesn't seem to be having any effect on me, it's just somewhat cold and thick, which in some regards is almost all the worse.

But, unfortunately, I don't really have one say about it or another. Though that control chip in my neck no longer seems to be active, I am still bound in this ski chair thing. I cringe slightly as the thick goo reaches my junk and I can all but imagine it shrinking considerably in the liquid. On the plus side, though, since it's a bit more translucent than just the air it does restore to me a bit of my decency back. One other odd thing, though, is that I find that it is still going through the tubes along my back half. It wasn't the case with the first liquid but I can tell that I can still feel the cool gel like substance on the inside of where the tubes are located. Once it gets up to my chest I find it understandably harder to breathe. As soon as this happens a machine comes out of the ceiling and attaches a band from the gas mask currently in my mouth and stretches itself tight against the back of my head, making it so that I couldn't remove it even if I wanted to anymore. And after that I find something else happens that is both helpful and disconcerting. The hose in my mouth begins pumping air into my lungs. Breathing itself starts to no longer be under my own control as the air is pumped into and out of my lungs by I'm guessing some sort of pump rather than under my own power. Granted I can fully understand why, given how much more effort it is to try and breathe through this gel it might wear me out too quickly trying to breathe and if they want me alive then it makes perfect sense to make sure that I can still breathe well enough after the tank has filled with this goop. But that still leaves the question of what all is going to happen once the tank is filled. And that is a question that I will likely have the answer to fairly quickly.