Re: Dewar
Dr. D'war sighed and turned to his assistant, Julia. Vapid and ugly, she was nothing like her namesake in the scenario. Dr. D'war liked to have his little jokes. But she never got it. "Bring Flick and Yelena around Julia, they've reached the end of their rope. Besides, they've already pushed Dewar passed its breaking point anyway, it's just morbid curiosity on my part now."
Julia went to disengage the test subjects, and Dr. D'war put together the envelopes with their payment, and some pamphlets which would hopefully lesson the process of returning to reality. This was his seventy-ninth pair of subjects, and he still hadn't seen a positive result. It was past time to write up his article, but he kept on experimenting, hoping that he'd see some shred of what his species called 'humanity'. Dr. D'war knew that a good scientist doesn't try to fit the data to a desired outcome, but it was just so damned depressing. Invariably, the subjects, when given complete control of what they believed to be another human being, would drive their charge well past insanity in order to achieve a given goal. The goal could be anything from getting some ice cream to stopping a war; it didn't matter.
"No," thought Dr. D'war to himself, "it's obvious that Homines sapientes don't posess one bit of humanity."
Having reached the same conclusion for the seventy-ninth time, Dr. D'war sighed again and resolved to replicate his experiment again in the morning.
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