The mad man slumped into a seat, and started rowing himself around.
"No," he sighed, "The brain transplant technique isn't ready, the chance of mortality is too high."
He continue to move around, into a blind spot, protected by your restraints, but a voice bounded around the room. "But the mind Machine is all set up," it echoed.
A few moments later, each one silent, as you faced a plain white wall, a piercing noise stuck you, it was your neighbors fingers snapping as he yelled, "A-ha," triumphantly. The sound of keys click repeatedly, and very quickly drive you insane.
"WHAT! DO! YOU! WANT!" You yelled, having being broken a little when you first woke up, by now, words could not describe how ticked off you were.
The wheels on his chair spun, as he kind against whatever he was sat to, and round to your front, "Terrible sorry, Stardust," he said sincerely. "Allow me to explain," he said, pointing to your head, "Inside your skull is a brain, this machine," he said indicated the cap that had latched onto you head something behind, which he informed you was a console, "... Allows me to interact with with it, telepathy at low level, rewriting bits, hallucination, and much, much more."
"Now," He said returning to the console, "I have a very intricate plan in mind, so you'll have to sleep though it," he said slamming a button down.
In an instant, the world went dark, and your eyes forcibly closed themselves, as if your mind now had an off switch on, and he had just hit it. All the while the typing at a keyword echoed though your head until your mind had settled and you felt nothing, no sounds, no sight, no dreams, and no time. To watch you perceived as a second later, not even that, as if you had just blinked, your eyes closed, but when they opened...