The Russian Sleep Experiment (short story)

    Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn’t kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.
   The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during world war II.
   Everything was fine for the first 5 days, the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the 4 day mark.
   After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself…
   After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for 3 hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it… or rather didn’t react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The 2 non screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped.
   After 3 more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were working, since they thought it impossible that no sound could be coming with 5 people inside. The oxygen consumption in the chamber indicated that all 5 must still be alive. In fact it was the amount of oxygen 5 people would consume at a very heavy level of strenuous exercise. On the morning of the 14th day the researchers did something they said they would not do to get a reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, hoping to provoke any response from the captives they were afraid were either dead or vegetables.
   They announced: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones step away from the doors and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”
   To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice response: “We no longer want to be freed.”
   Debate broke out among the researchers and the military forces funding the research. Unable to provoke any more response using the intercom it was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.
   The chamber was flushed of the stimulant gas and filled with fresh air and immediately voices from the microphones began to object. 3 different voices began begging, as if pleading for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They began to scream louder than ever, and so did the soldiers when they saw what was inside. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in ‘life.’
   The food rations past day 5 had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject’s thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing 4 inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four ‘surviving’ test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their finger tips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.
   The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.
   Most of the soldiers were Russian special operatives at the facility, but still many refused to return to the chamber to remove the test subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep…
To everyone’s surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight in the process of being removed from the chamber. One of the Russian soldiers died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject’s teeth. Another 5 of the soldiers lost their lives if you count ones that committed suicide in the weeks following the incident.
   In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers attempted to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for another 3 minutes, struggling attack anyone in reach and just repeating the word “MORE” over and over, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.
   The surviving three test subjects were heavily restrained and moved to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the gas demanding to be kept awake…
   The most injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his organs placed back within his body it was found that he was effectively immune to the sedative they had given him to prepare him for the surgery. He fought furiously against his restraints when the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear most of the way through a 4 inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even through the weight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took only a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that died on the operating table it was found that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscles that were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his struggle to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force his own muscles had exerted on them.
   The second survivor had been the first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords destroyed he was unable to beg or object to surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval when the anesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when someone suggested, reluctantly, they try the surgery without anesthetic, and did not react for the entire 6 hour procedure of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it shouldn’t be medically possible for the patient to still be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she had seen the patients mouth curl into a smile several times, whenever his eyes met hers.
When the surgery ended the subject looked at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to talk while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient could write his message. It was simple “Keep cutting.”
   The other two test subjects were given the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it impossible to perform the operation while the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects could only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system in an abnormally short period of time and they were soon trying to escape their bonds. The moment they could speak they were again asking for the stimulant gas. The researchers tried asking why they had injured themselves, why they had ripped out their own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again.
Only one response was given: “I must remain awake.”
   All three subject’s restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting determination as to what should be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath of their military ‘benefactors’ for having failed the stated goals of their project considered euthanizing the surviving subjects. The commanding officer, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what would happen if they were put back on the gas. The researchers strongly objected, but were overruled.
   In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone’s surprise all three stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. One of subjects that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal. As they focused on paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor only one nurse saw his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.
   The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as 3 researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.
   He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. “I won’t be locked in here with these things! Not with you!” he screamed at the man strapped to the table. “WHAT ARE YOU?” he demanded. “I must know!”
   “Have you forgotten so easily?” The subject asked. “We are you.” “We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind.” “We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”
The researcher paused. Then aimed at the subject’s heart and fired.
The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out “so… nearly… free…”




**Note: i did not wrote this, although i wish i did.**

Tecktonik

I decided today to write in english.I wish i could write in french,mais je ne peu ecriré en français.C'est la vie.
Ok.So...i wanted to tell you about a new dance that started in France.No...it's not parkour,it's tecktonik.A new,very jumpy (does this word even exists :-?? ) dance style.
Maestro (read it with a french accent) it's going to show you a few moves.

Feel free to dance along.



Hope you enjoyed his first lesson and learned new moves.


Au revoir


PS: Here's a video of parkour if you don't know the dance :)


Note: I think these guys are somehow related with Spiderman.

Concert : Black Sun Empire

16 mai 2009
Club Suburban Intrarea : 25 lei

Eu stiam ca evenimentul are loc pe 19 ... ei bine au schimbat ancheta :P
It will be one hell of a party :)
Si da .. ESTE IN BRASOV !!!
Warm up-ul scrie pe flyer-ul din stanga :)
Va multumim

A little grime for all of you ! ENJOY

Spinnin'

O piesa despre Droguri cosumul Drogurilor cu Droguri si desigur cu Drogati ... GOD DAMN

Despre mine....again

Incet incet va dezvalui din personalitatea mea de om (in cazul asta oamã) dezaxat.
Recunosc ca sunt nebuna (nebuna de legat....nu genul ala "ce nebuna esti tu fatãããã").Azi am descoperit pe blogul vara-mii o descriere a zodiilor ceva mai altfel.Dar am constatat ca e adevarat.Amuzant de adevarat.Iata ce se zice despre je:

Scorpion

Semn de apa: lac.
Trasatura caracteristica: pasiunea.
Fraza favorita: te doresc.
Sunt usor de recunoscuti dupa ochii misteriosi. Scorpionul nu priveste, ci fixeaza direct. Ochii scorpionilor sunt ca niste ace fine care te impung atunci cand isi atintesc privirea. Pot fi hipnotizanti si pasionali, exagerat de pasionali. Cand te iubesc, te iubesc mai mult decat toti ceilalti. Daca te urasc, proportia se pastreza. Daca tu le faci cadou o carte, ei iti vor face cadou o enciclopedie. In ceea ce priveste viata amoroasa, situatia sta la fel. Tu le dai un sarut, ei vor face dragoste cu tine de trei ori la rand. Sau, daca ti i-ai facut dusmani, pazeste-te. Tu le spargi geamul la masina, el iti dau foc la casa. Sigur vor spune dupa aceea:"- Nu am inceput eu".

Da frate...sunt o SCORPIE !!

Prodigy FANS ... Realize This

Pentru cei care asculta PRODIGY ! aveti la constiinta urmatorul lucru
Inca nu stiti ce poate trupa ;) ... GET AHOLD

INFO : Released February 23, 2009
Recorded February 2006 - November 2008, London, New York
Genre Hardcore techno
Electropunk
Industrial
Big beat
Alternative rock
Electronica
Rave
Label Take Me to the Hospital, Cooking Vinyl
Producer Liam Howlett
Un sample mic pentru cei care nu au rabdare :)


The Prodigy - Omen
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Confruntarea secolului 5 vs 10 :) "Cine e cinci?

Povestea cea mult asteptata !

Helloo bloggers uite cum ne revedem dupa un timp de LENE evident .... am sa incep povestioara mea cea de taina petrecuta in Dragul Bucuresti .... povestioara incepe cam asa

Fiind in Bucuresti evident la prietena mea .. vine vremea sa ma duc sa o iau de la munca si ca in orice moment de peripetzie .. 2 prieteni imi spun : " Ba baxeaza skema asta mica in piept :D si dute dupa ea .."
Eu la randul meu raspund .. "WHAT THE HELL I`M FELLING LUCKY , PASS THAT SHIT"
dupa 10 min ma asez frumos in fata usii sa plec spre ea "locatia apartamentului era pe la unirii pe acolo si trebuia sa ajung pe ALEEA MODROGAN fiind pe la aviatorilor " anyway sa revenim la usa noastra :)) imi iau playerul in urechi aprind o tigara normala si plec .. fara salut fara nimik ... ajung in metrou dupa "2 ZILE" in mintea mea mergeam de mult , asteptand metroul ma rezemam de un "pillar" stalp si un tip mai ciudat se tot uita la mine "IT HAS BEGUN" jucand prea multe jocuri mintea imi statea la DOTA "Defense Of The Ancients" un joc :) avand in vedere ca ascultam o melodie din joc :) ei bine in joc exista o magie , un efect numit STUN care te blocheaza fara sa mai faci ceva pt un anumit timp iar MANA este un fel de puncte magice cu care poti sa dai magiile in joc ..daca nu ai nu poti sa dai nici o magie "Ca sa ma fac inteles :)" ei bine zic in mintea mea "Daca ma duc la celalalt pillar din dreapta tipul nu mai are RANGE , adica distanta necesara pt a da magia respectiva numita STUN in joc :) .. si daca cumva va ajunge langa mine "tipul" nu mai are MANA si pot sa tirez :) haha anyway .. urc in MeTROO :) vreau sa zic ca tipul se uita cu o insistenta la mine de eram in plop WTF ? eu ziceam in mintea mea :) ..Cobor din MeTROO iti dai seama inbulzeala mare intre orele 6-7 in bucuresti e FULL pe coridor spre iesirea din metroo 2 randuri ieseau 8 randuri coborau in metrou am crezut ca voi fi asaltat violent incat calcam oameni pe picioare si le spuneam "Scuze nu am STUN nu am MANA" :)) OMG :P am crezut ca mor :) dar ce kkt sunt GAMER mai am 2 vietzi :P after that am ajuns in sfarsit la munca la prietena dar nu era acolo ci era plecata cu trebuie .. zic bine hai ca o astept .. :) ajungand acolo o persoana pe nume Oana (colega andreei) era in mari depresii so .. cand ai depresii vb cu cine apuci .. EU in starea MEA :) imagineaza-ti ce pareri aveam "OMG OANA iti dai seama ? lasa bha ca o sa fie bine " , "daca e te ajut eu cu ceva" =)) =)) WTF ? are you saying men. si sfarsesc in jocul Farm Frenzy 2 pana ajunge iubita mea privinduma in ochi "Ai fumat?" iar eu nevolnic " :( da" ... FEEWW cat am putut sa scriu . Pentru cei care asteptau povestioara sper ca o sa va placa pt cei care au chef de citit PLEASE GO AHEAD . and i`m off now :) V-am salutat cu respectul meritat PAPA !

Rostul unei intrebari

Dupa cum Greenhell se ia de mine sa mai postez si eu ceva pe aici .. de data asta vin cu un joc .. si cei care acceseaza VA ROG frumos sa faceti chestia asta si sa postati aici !

Jocul e cam asa

Luati prima persoana de sex opus din lista de IM si intrebati:

Noi de ce nu ne-am tras-o pana acum?

Incep eu ... Restul sa posteze va rog la comments jos langa mazgalit

IvOrY: auzi ?
BUZZ!!!
Laura-Craiter: da
Laura-Craiter: chiar aud
IvOrY: Noi de ce nu ne-am tras-o pana acum?
Laura-Craiter:
Laura-Craiter:
Laura-Craiter: ce e cu intr asta?
IvOrY: pai te intreb. de ce nu ne-am tras-o?
Laura-Craiter: da dc intr?
Laura-Craiter: ti-ai fi dorit?
Laura-Craiter: sau care-i faza??
IvOrY: Asa da-mi un raspuns !
Laura-Craiter: pt k nu ne-am tras-o
IvOrY: Esti in stare sa imi dai un raspuns ?
Laura-Craiter: pt k nu ne-am dorit
Laura-Craiter: cred
IvOrY: Si daca ar fi sa ne dorim ?
Laura-Craiter: uhh....ti-ai dori tuh asta?
IvOrY: Da!
Laura-Craiter: de ce?
IvOrY: Asa !
IvOrY: Imi dai un raspuns ?
Laura-Craiter: poi nu se poate
IvOrY: ok ms
IvOrY: thnx
Laura-Craiter: oricum ai prietena...nu te ajuta?
Laura-Craiter: bn....stiu k eu sunt mai speciala
Laura-Craiter:

PS : SA MORI TUFA !

Unde nu scrie nimik e numai ras .. Si e L de la Laura pt ca ea era prima online !

GO GO GO !

BOXXY RELOADED ..

Si uite cum vasta inteligenta a internetului ne ofera inca un episod promitator [ShortTermMemoryLoss]

Parerea mea e SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS

HEEEEEEELP spuneti diagnosticul respectivei va rog

Ziua nationala a dementilor

Bai..hai sa le alegem si lor o zi in plm ca sunt stresati.Voi nu vedeti ce stresata e fatuca asta ?
Are nevoie de o zi nationala si o vom numi "Ziua oamenilor fara creier" sau cum vreti voi....Va rog frumos

In fiecare seara in pomii din fata blocului unde lucrez sunt mereu "impodobiti" cu ciori.De unde frate atatea ciori ? Eu stiu ca ele traiesc foarteeee multi ani,dar batranetea lor nu le da nici un drept sa vina si sa croncane la geamul meu.
Arata atat de bizar incat te simti ca in filmele lui Hitchcock (nu ca in toate...mai mult ca in The Birds...si parca si in Psycho apar cateva ciori)....in orice caz...e creepy :)

Cel putin nu stau prea mult prin pomii astia.Deci senzatia cum ca un stol de ciori vor sparge geamul si imi vor manca ochii dispare destul de repede.

That boy need's therapy

Un bou

Bai eu am ramas socata.
Prima oara aveam impresia ca el vrea sa demonstreze ca poate sa "inghita" un borcan cu anusul....si poi se aude POCC!!!

Vizualizati boul aici

Ce crezi ?

Da....Se intampla in Danemarca....in 2008......
Omoara mamifere !
I-as omori eu pe ei unul cate unul....si i-as lasa sa fie mancati de rechini !!
Imbecilii dracu' ce sunt ! Criminali !
Da...Sunt foarte revoltata !! Niste psihopati care merita sa fie torturati !! Arsi cu HCl si obligati sa bea soda caustica !!!

Oh My God !!! :O

Am primit un mail in care zicea asa :

I will never complain about MY kids again .
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E-mail this to a parent.
Now have a great day!
And be glad this is not your child!!

Cum sa fii femeie feminina pana la infinit

Urmariti filmuletul...fiti senzuale fetelor si in special nebune.La naiba!


E cam varza tanti asta,varza cu carne si garnitura!Regina neincoronata a penibilului!

For you

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http://lostfish.free.fr/


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