In Borderlands, But It's Slightly Different?

When you wake up strapped to a metal table, a.s.s n.a.k.e.d, you were doing one or more of many things the previous night

I know for sure I haven't done most of them

Though I'm still contemplating the possibility of accidentally consuming some sort of peyote...

"Test Subject 73hs9 awake at 0300 hours sharp. Placing a five minute delay until tests begin" A muffled, distorted voice said from behind me

I tilted my head up as much as I could since the metal table was in the way to get a better look at who said it but I couldn't see anything

"Hello?! Is someone there?!"

There was no response except for the faint scratching of pen against paper

"I can hear you..!"

More pen scratching was all I got

Sighing, I set my head back down on the uncomfortable slab

I was being far too calm in this situation right now. That might be attributed to whatever drug i was on to make me think I was on Pandora of all places, but again, I have no idea

Silence was all I got for the next five minutes, or hours in my opinion

My thoughts were interrupted by the door to the white clad room opening, a yellow dressed man stepping inside

He looked like any typical Hyperion soldier, only the yellow was in a deeper color alongside a dark red '9' plastered on the front

In his hands was a large black case of some sort, carrying who knows what

..I would know in a few moments

"Operation Psi Commencing. Test subject Codename 73hs9 awake and aware at 0305 hours." The man's voice came out distorted like the previous person

The pen to paper came back again and suddenly, a wave of fear rolled over me like a damp, heavy blanket

"Operation Psi?" I questioned nervously, getting no answer other than '9' setting down his briefcase and cl.i.c.k.i.n.g it open

My eyes widened as he revealed the contents inside

"What the fu-"

I was cut off by '9' jabbing a small needle into my temple and squeezing...

Hard

The pain was so immense, my body went slack and my vision blurred almost to the point of unconsciousness

"..Test #1 begins 0306 hours, Friday the 7th" Was the last thing I heard before the first of many purple syringes entered my body, along with the start of never ending pain...