Checking the connections on the dream reader, he ensured the cap was firmly in place. The simple buckle holding it beneath his chin was clasped shut. He'd intensified some of the machines feedback, hoping to sent a stronger message, and get a recording of some type... this time.
Desperation was a factor, he'd pared the support staff back. He couldn't afford to pay the staff to merely watch him sleep. He'd only have a week at most before his funds ran dry, and he had to abandon the project on the cusp of success.
He could taste it, he knew if he failed at this point, the next one to continue would receive all the glory, and have their name in this history books. Adam Hancock, would become a footnote, for the dedicated, or a tricky answer in a quiz in a few years time.
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He pulled the sheets up, trying to banish the anger that'd surely stop him sleeping. He couldn't afford to lose tonight. With his controller he turned off the lights, and plunged the sleep lab into absolute darkness.
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