Though she with giants fights: Tests

Piercing white lights in the corner. Distant voices barely audible through the dreamy lull of whirring machinery, humming movement, repercussive coronary of the speeds at which their unidentifiable craft was travelling; now 300 feet over the cool desert which hung like a scar across the American midwest.

Anica regained snapshots of herself and choked on the tubes which infiltrated her small, trembling mouth. The lights scorched her retinas, and she could not open her eyes. Movement perceived to her right, a dizzy fumbling and a skin tingling stab at her side. The chemicals took hold again: more tests, more tests. Held in the chair aloft 20 feet of creaking noise, and voices of God's spine-crushing thunderstorms in her ears which could take no more. They kept her awake for 32 hours, her senses heightened artificially: wires, electrodes and chemicals.

Anica had not the strength to uplift jarring against them; caught in this ulterior Zen trance and held there, bound like a kite caught tight in a sudden breeze, tethered to a string despite it's inclination to fly fast away and never look back.