And so, finally faced with the choice, and upon realising it wasn’t actually a choice but the only course of action, Lincoln surrendered to his fate. Faceless white-coated figures fussed around him. He was now their laboratory rat.
Just in front of him, balancing on the end of a mechanised finger, sat a sliver of magnolia paper with the word ‘AUTOSCOPINE’ embossed upon it in purple ink. Scrunching his eyes shut, he raised his eyebrows in acceptance, sticking out his tongue to receive the dosage.
He gripped the chair, his body tense with futile resistance. Exactly what they had told him not to do. He longed to be a relaxed character in that single moment, but that had never happened before in his forty-plus years and it certainly wasn’t going to happen now.
As three or four long seconds passed, Lincoln allowed himself to think that perhaps the formula had been corrupted and rendered ineffective. Maybe he could still turn back and hide forever in the conscious sleep that had for so long been his life.
And then… in contradiction to everything he had feared, a smile from the deepest part of his core spread through every cell in his body. The world was suddenly beneath him, around him and within him. Instantaneously he understood everything that had ever been on this lonely little planet for the trivial inconsequence that it was; and with that knowledge as his launch pad he found himself ascending higher and higher in body and mind. He only had to distract his thoughts for a second and he was suddenly as high as the clouds. Distracted again and he was above the clouds.