Nutrient solution floated with some fuzzy filaments, and Fujiwara Makoto opened her mouth, a series of bubbles rushing upward.
She moved her hand and found her wrist locked by a semicircular band to a flat surface at her back, her feet were similarly bound, and her neck felt as if it was encircled by a necklace, locked by a ring.
The cold nutrient solution enveloped her slender limbs, and Fujiwara Makoto realized that she was completely naked and hadn't moved for a long time.
At this moment, the ceiling outside the container shifted from white to red, and a dull alarm sounded promptly. Clusters of green liquid, like fog, diffused within the nutrient fluid.
It was a larger dose of an anesthetic.
Fujiwara Makoto tried to turn her head to look in other directions, only to see a large group of researchers in white coats busy around the container, several of whom were staring at her with tablet computers.
