Meeting Dr. Maxwell
The Black Void - Episode 2226
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The chances of me stumbling upon a device that could get me home would be
worse than finding a gold needle in a haystack, and even if I did find
one, I wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to use the machine. I figure
my best bet is to meet Dr. Maxwell and figure out what’s going on.
When I reach the end of the hallway, sure enough, there is a set of multicolored doors. From right to left, there’s a blue, red, yellow, green, and white door. Unlike the other hundred or so doors that I passed along the way, these doors aren’t labeled, so I’m have no clue what each of them holds. Nervously, I walk through the blue door. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but certainly no this. In front of you is a large square room with a large table in the middle. Seated around it are more men uniformed in long white jackets. Most of the men had a drink of some sort, which I’m betting would be coffee. “What’s your business?” an older man wearing large round glasses asks me when he noticed me, not unkindly. His head was rounding, hairless, and almost shiny. It reminded me of a great big bowling ball.”I’m here to work as a laboratory assistant for Doctor Maxwell.” I say calmly as I can, holding out the note. One of the men walks over and I hand the note to him. The first thing you make of this man is that he’s surprisingly handsome. Suddenly, without warning, a scene him and me flashed through my mind. We were together, inside an old home-style hotel room. He was lying down on the bed, and I was crawled up on top of him, playing with his bushy mustache, stroking his equally bushy auburn hair. I couldn’t believe what I just thought. I shook my head. I felt angry, embarrassed, and ashamed. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. ”Relax. Remember what Dr. Sanders told you; you can’t control what pops into your head, but you can control how long it stays.” Dr. Sanders is her psychologist.Finally, the handsome man speaks. “This woman speaks the truth.” He smiles at me. “It’s always good to have an honest worker here, not to mention one so confident.” I flush, but he doesn’t seem to notice because his attention turns to snort heard from the table. “Ha!” says an enormously fat man. Stained all over his uniform and large shaggy black beard was food and ale. Even from here you could smell a strong cent of gas and beer. “That’s what they want you to think. Bear my word, give them a knife and an opportunity to kill you, they will. Face it, Fargo; you can’t trust a bitch.” He roars in laughter, alone. You cringe in disgust, though you’re not alone; everybody else seems as disgusted with him as you.“Ahem…Anyways,” says a young blonde man seated at the table. “Why doesn’t Dr. Maxwell stand up and introduce himself?”
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