The Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

Even deep into the night, the lab remained brightly lit. And it stayed that way until dawn on the third day. When the first streak of sunlight broke across the city skyline, the lab lights finally went dark. After seventy-two straight hours without sleep, the brain-computer interface system integrated with the Helios chip had finally completed all preliminary testing and calibration. Every performance marker had reached the expected threshold. Miranda’s eyes were bloodshot, and her face looked pale from extreme exhaustion, but her gaze was brighter and clearer than ever. Her long hair was twisted into a messy bun, half falling apart at the back of her head.

The two doctors debate the situation, and finally come to a decision. Drs. Paisley and Anna decide to set up a controlled experiment. They'll give the subject a set of tasks to complete while they're lucid dreaming, and they'll observe the subject's brain activity during the experiment. This way, they can get more objective data that might help them determine if the subject is tampering with the data.

She flipped straight to the last page and signed her name without hesitation. She never noticed the final document tucked behind it, a voluntary divorce agreement relinquishing all claims. The moment she finished signing, she asked eagerly, "So when do you want to go handle the formalities?" I took the folder back, the corners of my lips lifting slightly. My eyes were filled with mockery. "Just wait." … The next morning, as soon as I arrived at Cabot Corporation, I saw Mia and Jackson standing together, intimate and unrestrained. They noticed me too. Mia instinctively tried to pull away, but Jackson dragged her right back to his side.

“Do you know that when you sleep, you transport yourself? As in you vanished from the car?” “What? I didnt know this. Are you sure?” i asked shocked. “Yeah. you werent dreaming all this time. I dont think you were ever dreaming rebecca. until and unless the dreams seemed unreal, it was all reality.” I took my time to take in the situation and eventually, it was left as a random piece of information at the back of my mind. But despite my fears, I knew we had to try. We couldn't just sit back and let Dr. Jenkins and his men continue their cruel experiments. We had to fight back and do whatever it took to save Nikau, and whoever else might be trapped inside that box.

He told me he doesn't like to lie and I feel like I'm the world's most horrible person to lie to him again and again. And to do this to him... I looked down at my hand—Rohypnol. A little dose of it could knock out a man as big as Lorenzo for hours. Even though I was desperate for sleep, I was determined not to let it beat me this week. I pretended to be an insomniac and managed to stay up all night, leading to a considerable amount of weight loss. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion and dark circles had developed under my eyes, making it quite evident that I had not been sleeping.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.

I awoke to find him already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with an expression of quiet, focused wonder. “Your sleep cycle entered REM phase approximately twenty-two minutes ago,” he reported, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. “There was a ninety percent reduction in micro-awakenings compared to your baseline in the west wing. The co-location model appears to have an immediate positive effect on sleep quality.” I smiled, still half-swimming in the warmth of the sheets and his presence. “Good morning to you too.”

The bright red numbers indicated 14:00. His jaw tightened. Damn. Only one hour? He slumped back against the leather chair, resting one arm over his tired eyes. His sleep pattern was completely destroyed. Sleeping for sixty minutes without waking up was a new record this week. However, closing his eyes didn't provide any respite. Behind his closed eyelids, Alice's image continued to flash, haunting every second of his sanity.

Austin cleared his throat and said, "I think I know what they are going to do tomorrow! It has to be the R10 experiment!" The others were shocked, and Alexander asked, “You just realized it?” Although he did not mention it, it was evident Fred would conduct the R10 experiment tomorrow. Since Fred only cared about R10, he must have directed all his workforce toward it. Alexander did not expect Austin to realize it so late. The former said sympathetically, “You should get more sleep. Lack of rest can affect your brain function, you know.” Austin was stunned for a moment. Upset, he said, “Are you saying my brain isn’t functioning well?”

The restlessness was devouring me, taking my sleep away once more… I remembered every minute of the sun rising. I could recall it because my mind was too occupied to allow me to close my eyes. I was lying on the bed with my face turned towards the window. I was numb from stress and exhaustion. Once I saw it was 7:30, I forced my muscles to move, and I threw myself under the shower. The water was freezing, but it didn't help me compensate for my lack of sleep. My skin strangely didn't react with goosebumps, as if the water temperature did not affect me. Weirdly amused by that fact, but keeping my blank, indifferent expression, I turned on the hot water, exposing my naked flesh to its flow. I