tten harvests. A single, powerful work light lit up the c

es snaked from it to a complex-looking machine with a large

he chair," Et

and head to the cold metal. A tight, strange-feeling headset

f me, his face illumin

of any warmth. "It reads memories. It projects them onto that scre

live stream. The whole world is watching, Jocelyn. They think you'

ainst my ribs. This

ered, my voice hoarse. The strain of t

breaking. "They were my parents

a button. A small red light appear

Fuller, my wife. Yesterday, she murdered my family. She won' t talk. She won' t explain

the machine and

igging into my brain. I screamed, a raw, ragged sound that echoed in the vast e