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and sono-graphic images of their bodies.
                  Carter remembered going to sleep as the sedatives took effect. After that there was only pain. He had awaked screaming. Pain was his universe. Pain was everything. Pain blotted out reason and self awareness. Agony defined his existence. Suffering seemed to be eternal.             
                  He felt his body changing. A heavy soreness invaded his every muscle; it was akin to the aching stiffness he had felt after overtraining with free weights, but magnified a million times in intensity. At the same time, the muscles burned as though they had been ripped apart by some violent trauma. For the first time in his life Carter was truly aware of his bones. He could feel the becoming denser even as his muscles produced wave after wave of searing torment. It was like years upon years of adolescent growing pains were concentrated into just a few agonizing hours.
                  His skull seemed to be on the verge of exploding. His vision was filled with light of scorching brilliance even through his tightly clenched eyelids. The sound of his own screaming was painfully loud and was mixed with the screams of his team and a deluge of thousands of other sounds that lanced through his brain. His skin itched, the material of his clothing was irritating and abrasive, and he could feel every contour of the mattress beneath him. He was assaulted by an overlapping mass of scents that he could differentiate but not identify. The only thought that penetrated the pain was the team. Somehow he could hear their screams over his own. He would endure because they were enduring. He would not fail them.
     
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                  The agony slowly lessened. The pain ebbed to a dull ache that permeated his every bone and muscle; Carter has never been so deathly weary. The world was uncomfortably bright and there was a thunderous clashing of sounds and odors. He was awake. He was alive. Focusing through the brightness he tried to see his team. To his left he saw that Williams had survived, but he couldn’t see the rest of his team.
                  A voice tore through the rest of roaring clutter of sounds. “You made it Doug.” It was the voice of General Hicks.
                  Carter fought to force words from a throat that was raw from screaming. “Too loud,” he rasped.
                  “As I thought,” Atkinson voice said from the other side the bed. “Our scans suggested that the major has acquired heightened sensory capabilities. These should help.” Atkinson slipped a pair of sound dampening head phones over his ears.
                  “Better?” Hicks asked.
                  Carter nodded and blinked several times. “Bright,” he said.
                  Hicks put a pair of dark glasses over his eyes. “We have that covered too. “
                  “There is nothing we can do about the intense odors that you must be experiencing, I’m afraid,” Atkinson said. “In time you will become accustomed to your increased sensitivity,” Atkinson said. “I think you will find that a new world has opened in front of you.”
                  “Water?” Carter asked.
                  Hicks held a small glass of ice water so Carter could drink using a straw. Water closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of the water soothing his burning throat. “Who did we lose?” he asked.
                  “Cole and Adamski,” Hicks answered. “Cole almost made it, though.”
                  “Yes,” Atkinson agreed. “Corporal Cole had a slight congenital defect in one blood vessel in his brain. It burst under the strain of the activation process, before that, he was doing very well. We will screen the new subjects for such anomalies. I