The Man Who Was Not There – Part 8

Relieved that his gambit had worked the captive lay back on the bunk and started connecting the dots in his head. He wondered if what was coming to him was some sort of ploy that lab coat had concocted but somehow he doubted it.

He was being tested. That much had been clear all along, but he was beginning to have an inkling of what it was all about. It was beyond fantastic, but as he turned it all over in his mind he couldn’t shake the feeling it was true. There was just one piece missing.

He let his mind go blank and then allowed the question he needed the answer to access to his awareness. The first thing that came to him was what he had believed since waking up and he became convinced that was a lie. It was what they had programmed into him. If the pieces he was putting together were correct then that was the thing he needed to overcome.

The food was the key, he was sure of it. The injections were a red herring. All part of the dog and pony show they put on for him each day. He allowed himself to relax a bit more and free associate. He became aware that he possessed a skill he hadn’t considered before. Deep meditation. He was adept at it, he was dead certain. He considered the fact that there was probably a camera in the ventilation shaft and decided against a sitting posture. He would have to try to meditate lying down and hope he could do it without falling asleep, which is how it would appear to anyone watching.

He let his mind empty and followed his breath. In, out, in out. Within minutes he had lapsed into a state of complete emptiness and he maintained it with ease. Sometime later he came back into himself with the awareness that the door was opening. He kept his eyes closed as though he were asleep and waited.

No more than a minute passed and he heard the door close again. He opened his eyes. There was a tray with food and water on the chair. He smiled as a thought came to him. He turned over on his side and went to sleep.

He was awakened by the sound of the chair shifting. He thought about how to respond before he rolled over and squinted into the bright light.

“Hey sleepy. Have a nice nap? I see you didn’t eat your food.”

Lab coat was pointing with his pen at the tray on the floor.

“Care to have some now?”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Oh? Why?”

He shrugged.

“Not hungry.”

“Nothing to be afraid of. It looks pretty tasty to me.”

“Then you eat it.”

Lab coat grinned.

“So then. Ready to tell me what I want to know?”

“Still on that? Why don’t you explain to me how I can tell you what you want to know if I don’t have any idea what that might be?”

“Are you sure you don’t know? Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

The captive said nothing. He lay back down and locked his fingers behind his head and stared at the ceiling.

“You don’t really want to see how ugly this can get, do you? I’m running out of patience.”

“Welcome to my world.”

Lab coat wrote in his notebook for a few minutes and then stood up.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Tomorrow – Part 9 – The End

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