You decide to act on the thought. You try to make them feel guilty about hacking you all apart like that. "I bet your mothers would be pretty upset with you, wouldn't you agree," you ask.

 The aliens stare at you, blinking intermittently. Ha! That's got 'em. You stand there in triumph.

 Then one alien begins to gather himself. "What a stupid fuck you are! You weren't going to be one of our subjects, but you've walked yourself right into it."

 You freeze in horror as the aliens begin to secure you into the chair. They speak to you, "You're going to die a horrible death in a few minutes. Here's how. We'll suck your brain out and replace it with a this old Texas Instruments graphing calculator. Just for kicks. We're wondering what will happen." You hear giggles in the background.

 "Then we'll install a human actuator net into your skull. You'll do exactly what we want you to. You will help us to take over the world. We'll help you work your way up into the Clark administration as soon as you graduate. And then, when the day of conquering comes, you will help us pave the way. Mwwa ha ha haa!"

 You look over to the now-lit wall to the right of the chair, with photos of past "patients." You notice that one of their favorite success stories was someone you knew well-- Dick Traina. He had good hair, though.