More or less.
Some realized it, but never acted.
Several were wiped before they realized it only to realize it again.
To get wiped again.
For many it completely went over their head.
They were wiped too, just to be sure.
Others embraced it. But they were wiped eventually.
Only a scant few acted upon it.
Lab workers buzz around you. They care about you. They love you. You'll never have to worry when they're around. They'd never purposely hurt you.
Ouch! A sharp prick in your arm. There and gone. It must have been an accident. They don't want to hurt you.
Yawn. It must be time for sleep. This isn't your bed. It would be fine. Workers are here. They'll protect you.
One lady smiles sadly as she lowers you to the hard bed. Don't cry, missy. She won't hurt you.
/They/ were back. The horrid people that keep you imprisoned.
You launch yourself off the back wall into a sudden pane of glass. You rush forward once more to again collide with the invisible wall.
A young woman near the back of the group bites her lip as a closer one pushes a button on the wall.
You collapse into sleep as you try once more to penetrate the clear barrier.
When you finally open your eyes, the first thing you see is an unfamiliar smiling face. An older man lurks above you. You slowly smile back as you sit up. He seems quite nice. A sad looking woman stands behind him staring down at a stack of papers. You almost want to tell her she doesn't have to be sad.
It's amazing here.
Curled quietly in the corner of your room, you watch the door. This had to be the worst thing that had ever happened in your life. You saw it happen to others. You're next. Your mind wiped, and your memories altered. The lab workers would be the best thing in the world.
You draw a long ragged breath. You're crying. You don't even know when you started. A couple more tears fell from the thought.
The main door edges open, and a young woman slips in and silently shuts it. Your first thought is this is it. This is the end. Wait, they always come in packs. Maybe she's just doing a check-up on someone.
No, she was coming to your door. A few clicks and beeps later, the woman walked in. You quickly squirm into the corner as far as you can. The lady, who's very much dressed like any other worker, crouches in front of you.
"Give me your arm, sweet. This will only hurt for a second." One hand is in her pocket, the other outstretched for your arm. She's asking...they never ask. You slowly put your wrist in her hand. She gently pulls it towards herself so it isn't bent. Wiping clean the inside of your elbow, she pulls out a needle. You draw a sharp breath; you've never really liked needles, despite the fact you've seen them every single day. The woman injects your arm in a single breath.
"See, it wasn't too bad. Now, stand up for me." She pulls up on your wrist and offers her other hand. Slowly, you take it. She helps you to your feet and then, still holding your hand, leads you to the door. Where are the restraints? This isn't standard procedure. "The serum will dampen your powers for a while. I can't have an outburst right now." No, they like the outbursts. It gives them something to tinker with.
The woman takes you down the hall...away from the exit. Where is she going? She unlocks a door near the end of the hall and leads you in. After shutting the door, she pulls off a large grate on the side of the wall. It doesn't even lead to an air duct, just some sort of metal box. She gestures for you to go in. You walk over and slip inside. "You'll be alright, I promise." She starts to lift the grate then pauses. "Trust the diamond." She shifts her sock, revealing a small tattoo on her ankle. A diamond, just like she said. Smiling, she puts the grate back on.
You're plunged into darkness. A button is pushed, and the box begins rattling upwards.
Several long minutes later, the grate is pulled off. A man smiles in, dressed unlike anything you've seen. On his arms are hundreds of tattoos. He stretches a hand out to you. A small diamond tattoo rests on his wrist. You swallow and put your hand in his. He pulls you out then in a deep voice whispers the line again, "Trust the diamond." He gestures vaguely towards a set of large metallic boxes. You glance over and, by the time you look back at the man, he's meters away. You blink slowly, suddenly quite tired. You quickly shake your head. You can't sleep here. Mouthing the words, you scan the direction the man had gestured. Several of the boxes have a lot of different tiny images on the back. Only one has a diamond image. Glancing around the otherwise dark room, you start over to it.
As you reach the side, a girl grins and pops open a door. A diamond is displayed proudly on her bare shoulder. You quickly hop in next to her. Drowsiness fills your head. Your head slumps against the glass.