"So he intentionally lied to me. He said it was to test me, right? And I failed, so is there some kind of punishment?" As I thought this, sweat started to accumulate around my body.
"Why isn't he answering? He knows the summary of my thoughts, right?!" I screamed in my mind.
"You know, you should really learn to speak with your mouth. It makes everything easier rather than reading your thoughts," he stated annoyingly. I gulped down so much saliva at that moment, it left my mouth dry.
"I am also speaking like this so that IQ120 can hear. He did help in the test. I was going to come and ask you questions myself and see if you would pass or fail when you woke up. But since he (IQ120) has already solved that for me, all I need to do is come and tell you your gain if you had passed."
"IQ120, your thoughts are disturbing my mind. Stop them and listen to me," he said without even looking at him.
"So your benefit was transferred to IQ120, and you are to prepare yourself for your second experiment." Like the snapping of a rope, something snapped within me. Maybe it was my mind, but I knew right then and there that I had to change this man's thoughts. I couldn't go through another experiment, not now, not ever. I wondered if my benefit was the reason for the delay in my experiment, or if it was something else. I looked at my captor and all I saw was irritation. I tried to gulp down saliva to calm myself, but there was nothing to swallow. I managed to barely say, "Was my benefit the reason for the delay in my experiment?""Yes, it was the benefit. It was meant to help you adjust better to the changes in your body. But not only did you fail, you have ten seconds left before you fail your next test."