the plastic paralytic held him down. motionless. a static target for r the ray gun or so he imagined. the sound of the clips like gunfire until the release. he wondered what was happening, what were the algorithms “thinking”, doing? clearly there was something happening. The Company wouldn’t waste the time. there were experiments to be done. research. the bed felt him breathe. it’s algorithms cross-referenced with the measurements, optimising, , prototyping, patenting. he was still but active, a vital cog in a bigger machine. He looked at the tech above him and imagined the share price swirling around the room.