Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Lannan13 vs. Mouthwash

OK, I did a rushed job due to time constraints, but I think this will do. Tried to make sense of the scenario you gave me as best I could.Sources:[1]: [http://en.wikipedia.org...]The Secret: Chapter 2.It was morning. I woke up again periodically during the night, but they must have given me drugs, because it was impossible for me remain awake. The room around me was devoid of decoration or color, and the only things in it were medical supplies and machines; not exactly stimulating. For the past half-hour I'd been sitting on my cot in a daze from the memories, and it took a while for me to notice that my hair was gone. Whoever decided to kidnap me had shaved it off for some reason.The door creaked open, and two more men in lab coats came into the room. One of them, a red-haired, short guy with a scar on his temple flicked the switch, and a single light flickered on, illuminating the room. It seared my vision and immediately I buried my face in my pillow. "Turn it off, Carl," said the other scientist, a gray haired, professional-looking man. "We'll aggravate the patient." The pain in my eyes (possibly a side-effect of the drugs) subsided and I lifted my head up to look at them.The older man smiled, possibly trying to appear welcoming, while "Carl" sat down beside me, and when I flinched away he got up rather quickly. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" he asked me, shooting a nervous glance at his older associate. I did not reply, but lowered my head. "It's OK," the older man said, reaching out and grasping my shoulder. His hand felt cold on my hospital gown, but oddly comforting. "No one wants to hurt you. Can you look me in the eyes?" I lifted my head and realized that he was probably the head "nurse" in this building, judging by his authority over Carl and the IOFOT badge on his chest.The older man smiled again, more vigorously this time. "I'm Zachary Orlov, and I'm your doctor. Do you want anything to drink? You're pale." I realized I had been staring, and lowered my gaze again. "No," I muttered. "Alright, then," he said. "You'll be having breakfast soon, so no need to rush. I've heard that you read quite a bit. Would it help if I gave you some of our boo-"Stockholm Syndrome. That's what they're doing."No, please," I stammered, moving back into bed. My head began spinning and I instantly felt nauseous. "I just want to go back to sleep." His hand caught my shoulder, preventing me from laying down. "I'm sorry, Ms. Roberts- can I call you Jessica?- you need to shake off the sleeping medicine, and going back to sleep would not be conducive to that right now. You'll wake up more fully when you've eaten. If there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable..." He was prattling on and on while I shut my eyes and waited for it to stop. Then, out of the blue, I was angry.I looked up sharply, eyes fully opened and glaring. "You can stop now." Zachary furrowed his brow. "Are you sure you're alright, Jessi-" I cut him off, sitting upright now. "I'm not being fooled by any of this. You think if you play nice with me and give me what I want to hear I'll cooperate- yes, you're a doctor, and I'm just a patient being treated for my innocent little problem, and of course I'll get to go home again after I'm all better, because that's what real hospitals do, and real hospitals don't take their patients forcefully out of their homes or rape them!"Carl took a step back and reached for a purple needle in his coat, but Zachary waved him down. I realized that I had been yelling a bit too shrilly. Zachary reached for my shoulder again but I batted his hand away. "I know this is a shock to you, Jessica, but- wait, what did you say about rape?"I was silent.He started again. "Anyway, we just want to run some tests. We're not the people who took you in. If you want I can complain to the manager-" I shook my head."OK, so, um, can we see it?"I looked at him and asked a bit forcefully "What are going to do?" Carl stepped in. "We just want to give it an initial examination and- perhaps- get some samples." He looked nervous after saying that, as if I might attack him for suggesting he take samples of me. "Ms. Roberts, where exactly are they located?" I reached down and lifted the gown off of my back. Carl reached around with the disconcerting calmness of a professional and peered at it. "Where? I don't exactly see anything." Out of my back sprouted two nubs. I could feel the skin stretching, like it always did. The nubs were now flaps, which unfurled and fell downward. I couldn't see Carl, but I could positively feel his eyes glued on my back. At last the growth ended, and I raised both flaps to each side, unfurling the pair of flexible, five-foot long wings.Carl said nothing. Zachary stared. I lifted the wings and proceeded to give them a small shake. Zachary flinched backward, but Carl breathed heavily and then asked me how sensitive they were. After asking me seemingly every question he could think of on whether testing might harm them, he felt them carefully and gave them small electric shocks at the joints.Half an hour later, breakfast arrived. By this time he was in the middle of testing how much weight I could carry on each one. Carl seemed hesitant to go and said he would be back the next morning to run more tests. I nodded, glad to have some sort of privacy. I noticed for the rest of the day that a nurse, or whatever they were, checked on me every fifteen minutes after that, perhaps to determine I wasn't trying to kill myself.-----------------------At night I heard them talking. They might have thought the room was soundproof, but I put a glass up against my ear on the wall and realized it was Zachary talking with another one of the doctors.Stranger: ".....might not be stable enough."Zachary: "No, I don't think that's the cause, she's been through quite a bit. She wants her mother, I think.""For a supposed professional, you sure seem sentimental about your patients, Orlov. Maybe you feel sorry for her?""Why would I?""No one is incapable of empathy, but it's just a psychological weakness that we humans have to deal with.""I wouldn't be a very good psychiatrist if I wasn't capable of using empathy, would I? It's not entirely useless, especially since we understand the Simulation Theory now." [1]"OK, well, try and sleep through the night. You'll need it to deal with her. This wasn't the first time she's been here, you know, and she isn't going to be controlled easily- we'll alternate which food we put the sleepers in.""Good. Say, why was she raped in the first place? Where was the sperm we sent you to use?""Um... someone lost it."Zachary was silent for a moment."Nice." I took the glass down from the wall. The doctors continued talking, but the sleeping drugs were taking their toll and I had to go to bed before I collapsed and fainted. I knew one thing now- they wanted me pregnant. They wanted babies with wings like mine and I wasn't going to leave here until I delivered.The night seemed very cold even in the temperature-regulated ward.