Three officers rushed into the hallway pushing a bedcart on which Mhaz lies, unconscious. They passed several clusters of rooms, parks. And slipping around the corridors are groups of officers with their beds carrying one person each. All of them moved at a fast pace, the sound of rolling wheels making contact with the tiles and hard steps echoed around the whole place.
Some other bed-pushers followed behind Mhaz's. They are heading in the same direction. "Quicker, please." One officer spoke. "The simulator chamber's still a bit far from here don't we know?"
The two gave sharp nods as they pound their heels on the floor, sprinting. "Five minutes until the effect is gone." The officer added once more. All the bedcarts and their pushers of the 19th level seemed to have aligned their paths into one long line in the hallway, creating a convoy.
It didn't take a long time until they arrive at an enormous space that resembled a ballroom dug inside the earth. Placed in the room are tens of dome-shaped equipment as large as camping tents and into them, the bed-pushers insert the unawake bodies.
Mhaz was put inside. He had been relocated to different bedding. It's smooth, and the material of the padding is similar to gel in consistency. The officers put a piece of helmet onto his head and an infusion into his left arm. Numerous dark colored wirings and sensors were attached to his helmet, and all sorts of monitors posted on his sides came to life. Hundreds of cables dangle from his surroundings in bundles. All the lights inside were lit up.
"He's online." An officer said, "Send the vital data."
"Received. Subject 19-M2 ready." A voice responded from his handheld radio.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Project Devilgama
Science Fiction#EnglishReadsForIndonesia The world of Devilgama was built on the foundation of memory. The collective remembrance of the subjects. The world have left us with people we don't ever know. Their memories, knowledge, emotions, and experience are all ra...
