He was bound to a gurney. His head, arms, and legs were restrained, and all he could see was the ceiling.
He could hear voices. "Have you figured out why it isn't working on this one?"
"No," the other voice said. "We ran the numbers again and we're estimating that a certain percentage of the population may be, if not immune, resistant. We may be able to solve the problem with more research. What do you want to do in the meantime? We could return him...he'll never be the wiser. And even if he remembers anything, who will believe it? Or we could keep him here, which means they'll notice he's missing."
There was a long pause as the other voice considered that...
