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 dust was red. There were no machines. "June " Benson whispered. His voice shook. "What year did you say it was?" June smiled, but it was not a smile. She pointed to a TV in the corner. The news was, on. The headline read: "GLOBAL BRAIN EXPERIMENT SUCCESSFUL: ALL STUDENTS REMAIN IN A SLEEP." "Benson " June asked as the walls flickered like a TV "if we are finally home then why can I still see the 'Save' icon blinking in the corner of your left eye?"

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

He slept four hours a night. He'd slept four hours a night for a week and a half before he recognized the pattern, which was the same pattern it had been after Dom, after Helena, after every occasion when the controlled life had been interrupted by something that the control couldn't contain. Four hours was the sleep of a man whose mind was running something it hadn't finished running. He knew the pattern. He couldn't stop it.

It's enough for Farrah, as long as she can see Dior. Dior was imprisoned inside a huge glass tube, floating in a nutritional liquid. He was unconscious, but his brain activity was wide awake, seen on the apparatus outside just beside the glass cylindrical cabin. At first, Farrah was against Dior being unconscious, but her Father calmly explained to her that it's better for him to be asleep to lessen his pain during the experiment. It is temporary, and it will be easy to wake him up. There's no danger, and the government seems to be sincere with their promises.

Eli The experiment began at exactly ten o'clock. I had chosen this time deliberately because it was the time Sebastian had confirmed, which meant it was the time he would arrive, which meant the conditions would be consistent. Good experiments required consistent conditions. I had read this in a book about a scientific method that Mrs. Adaeze had given me when I told her I was interested in how you could know whether something was true. The question I was currently trying to answer was: could Sebastian make a viable Saturday.

“Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow.” He got up and headed for the living room. “See you in the morning, Newt.” And then he shut the door and I was alone again. And wide, wide awake. Because now we were doing this, and I had to consider the…logistics. I mean, any experiment had to be planned in advance. And I’d been skirting around the idea of exactly what we’d be doing, in detail. Colin’s cock. In my ass. I squeezed my muscles together, preemptively wincing. I’d seen his erection earlier, and I tried to picture it again—like I could’ve forgotten. That had to hurt.

Vor I’m pacing back in forth in my study in the packhouse waiting to hear from Everleigh. I want to make sure it worked. We did an experiment with Wendy to make sure it worked before we did it with the guys. I made a potion for energy so Everleigh could sleep walk to Wendy and give it to her. Wendy was to drink it then try to fall back asleep before it took effect and kept her in the dream state. With in ten minutes Everleigh was waking up laughing. I looked at her with a lifted brow before my mate shot up in her bed jumping out and started doing jumping jacks and talking a mile a minute about things I couldn’t understand.

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.

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