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The glass dome refracted a cold white halo as the doctor knelt on the tempered metal floor, feeling the chill of minus five degrees at his fingertips. Suddenly, he noticed the frost flowers formed by his breath on the glass were flowing backward—this spherical observation room, with a diameter of twenty meters, had its own circulation system that precisely recycled even the carbon dioxide he exhaled.
The walls pulsed with a faint blue code, resembling countless electronic pupils blinking in unison. The circular audience seats rose like a coliseum, where a blonde woman swirled her champagne glass, spilling liquid onto the crocodile leather shoes of a bald man beside her. "The odds have risen to 1:8!" shouted a dealer in a tailcoat as he tapped on a holographic betting device. "I bet he will collapse within seven minutes after the symbol wall is activated."
In the third row, a pregnant woman was using an iris scanner to record the doctor's trembling eyelashes, her protruding belly pressed against an electronic tag labeled "Fetal Early Education Observation Permit." The doctor staggered toward the observation window, his palm leaving blood-stained fog marks on the bulletproof glass. Men dressed to the nines exchanged encrypted chips while a little girl pressed her face against the glass, her warm breath drawing a smiley face.
As he screamed and pounded against the barrier, the girl's mother suddenly yanked her away, frantically wiping down where her child had touched with disinfecting wipes. The dome darkened, and a blinding red light illuminated the 360-degree circular screen. The image showed an elevator's ventilation duct oozing emerald green liquid—where the doctor had scratched with his nails seven hours earlier.
In slow motion, footage replayed him curled up in a corner among moss spores, eliciting waves of laughter from the audience. A woman in a mink coat pointed at the screen and screamed, "Look at his pupil! It was dilated for 0.3 seconds during the thirteenth magnification!" Amidst the snowy noise, a figure wrapped in quantum camouflage emerged, its voice altered into mechanical grinding sounds by a voice changer: "Congratulations on passing the cognitive restructuring test."
With those words, the metal floor suddenly cracked in a spiderweb pattern. As the doctor fell, he collided with his left shoulder, which had yet to heal from previous stitches. Crimson runes seeped from the fissures in the ground, wrapping around his ankles like living creatures and branding his skin with fluorescent topological sequences. "You bunch of..." The doctor's curse was abruptly interrupted by an ultrasound that blared to life; he saw his own words crystallizing into ice in the air.
The west wall projected a three-dimensional image of his childhood clinic, where syringes morphed into silver snakes that slithered into blood vessels within the illusion. Just as he reached out to touch that rusty diagnostic bed from his youth, the projection abruptly switched to his mother's electrocardiogram during her final moments. As the titanium alloy airlock opened, three figures clad in biological protective suits cast distorted long shadows on the metal floor.
The leader's Radiation Meter glowed orange on his chest, and a voice filtered through the emotional mask: "Please cooperate with the collection of cerebrospinal fluid samples."
In the struggle, the doctor tore someone's air tube, only to find that what poured out was not Oxygen but a pale pink anesthetic mist.
Outside the blast-proof glass, a researcher was explaining to a newcomer: "These Symbol Walls are actually Neural Projections. We monitor his Hippocampus in real-time through Quantum Entangled States..."
His voice suddenly dropped as the doctor began etching letters into his arm with a hidden shard of glass. The trail of dripping blood formed an equation of Pi from an Ancient Civilization, and the Second Floor Control Room erupted with a piercing alarm.
As the Binding Strap automatically locked, the doctor heard the sound of his teeth chattering echoing in the empty Prison Cell, creating a haunting duet. In that moment, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection fragmented into countless pieces in the researcher’s visor.
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