Simultaneous action recognized.
[5÷2=2] - Failure
You are too weak to move. Mimicking a seizure sounds like a good idea though.
You are no longer Stunned.
Padelheb prods you will a needle, part of a long injector gun with several vials and tubes containing strange liquid attached to it.
"You know what this is?" he asks. He waves the device about.
"Erin Quill wasn't able to keep all his research from me," he says. "You were given free will through the use of certain neurochemical stimuli, various substances that affect the way your brain develops. Here I have recreated a given selection of those substances, which should wind back and reset some aspects of those alterations. More specifically, free will."
A slight smirk came onto his lips. "When you wake up, you'll have all your memories. Your intelligence. Your abilities. Your personality will all still be there, except for one thing. Your ability to discern right and wrong will be turned back to a highly primitive state. Upon waking up, you'll unquestioningly obey the first living thing you see. That is, me."
He grins. "Unquestioningly. Eternally. Undoubtedly. What you are now will die. It will be replaced by something of my choosing. The thought to cross me will simply not be in your mind. All your knowledge. Your skills. All for me."
[2] - Failure
You're so scared, you can't even fart.
Padelheb steps back. "But first, let me tell you a little story," he says.
"One of the most important things to do is to assess the situation. Whoever asks the important questions comes out first. In this case, it was 'How did the bird get in without anyone seeing?'"
"And as it turns out, someone did see. They just neglected to mention. Or did they? I became curious. I interviewed their colleagues. Subjected them to a lie detector. A poke here, a push there, and it all comes out, along with all manner of other nonsense."
He throws a head into the cage.
A human head.
You recognize it as Chris's head. The guard that tried to help you.
The head rolls under your perch, the dead eyes staring you down, the bloody hair forming a dark mat at the bottom of the cage.
"Penalty for treason is death," Padelheb says. He shrugs and lifts the injector. "Say goodbye, my feathered friend."
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