That's right. Well, Post Session Care Assistant was his official job title. But regardless, Jared took care of subjects fresh out of brain treatment.

Sometimes it was easy, fun, almost. When a client looks up at him with groggy eyes, like waking up from a dream. There were the cuddly ones, usually seeking some kind of comfort. Jared loved when clients like them were due for a session.

Then there's the grumpy ones. Too weak to put up a genuine fight, but vaguely aware that something's changed. Subjects like those were a bit unpleasant to be around and needed medication. The worst Jared's ever dealt with was a small blow to the head from a half-lucid client.

Not fun.

Today, he was to look after another client fresh out of a session with the doctor. But something wasn't right.

Recently, NeuroTech had took on a new employee. A new girl named Blythe. Sweet thing, happy to help, and eager to work. All strong qualities the superiors valued. And she was rather easy to break with the brainwashing rehabilitation.

The only caveat was that Blythe's brain was highly suggestive after her initiation. To any and all triggers or trances. It was tricky; one moment she was carrying papers and the next, she was slumped on the floor or confessing some random thought.

At first Jared felt a little bad for his coworker. Some were always susceptible to the therapy even after being integrated into the company. But now? It was just a normal part of the job.

"Double the dummies," Jared sighed to himself, walking down the hall, mentally preparing himself. The luminescent turquoise lights guiding him to the session rooms.

Scanning his hand on the pad, the door opened with a soft hiss. Inside was the usual setup: Shelves lining one wall, a clinical looking table with a few books and files, plenty of screens, now switched off. And a large medical chair with a sleepy subject still in it.

But off to the side, slumped against a desk was Blythe herself.

Not again. "Hey, Blythe, you okay, darlin'" he asked gently, tapping her shoulder. All the girl did was look off into the distance blankly. Dr. Pierce really did need to make better trigger words and barriers for the staff...

Pressing a button on the communicator in his ear, Jared spoke into the microphone. "Superior, requesting assistance in block Delta, room C-2. Employee down in a trance. Yes, it's her again. Thank you."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. Jared looked back at the subject in the chair, still happily entranced.

"I hate this job."