"Surgery is hand work. I can bend you with my eyes closed," Dr. Z. intones in his toneless way, pulling his mask up over his face.
Shaun Brantley goes still, his eyes to the floor.
"I'm not even here," he replies vacantly.
"That's why we bring witness wells, Shaun. We can do all of this by remote. Just need to find your signal, ya?"
Brantley's body slumps forward, the eyes turned white. Light refracts and shimmers around the empty form, then dissipates, shifting the body out of phase with it.
Dr. Z. smiles under his mask, clicking the recorder at his belt. It plays back:
Opening Switch and. Tests for. EZIergY. TranSfW to a Load. In. : Megasainss Fields and Pulsed PoWer. Systms. New.
"Ahhh, another successful procedure. I can bend these tiny synpatic nerve wires even at this level of Crunk Knob tuning." Z. sighs in relief. "Send in the next patient please."