Snippet #5971

Clank

Malcolm spun the wheel on the heavy steel hatch and hauled on the heavy door. Wincing a bit at the bright light that flooded the room on the other side, he shaded his eyes.

"Green? You still, you know, you?" He edged cautiously into the room, watching what used to be one of his coworkers fumbling clumsily at one of the work tables. God, let that little cocktail we added to the mix have worked. This could get ugly if it hadn't. "Green? How much of the plan do you remember? Lamb told them to slap you into a suit and juice you into a Daddy, and we slipped your project into the chemicals. Remember? It's me, Green. Malcolm Darrow? Remember? Come on, Green. Talk to me. Or, you know, rumble less menacingly. The color controls are in the helmet, wired to you. Just think happy thoughts if you remember what's going on, and it'll light up. Come on, don't squish me. I helped you out, remember?"