The needles pierce the top layer of skin and puncture their way into his veins. A small pump whirs to life, injecting a green elixir. After a brief moment of a burning sensation, he relaxes into the restraining chair, not that he could resist the process. In a way, the pain they inflict reminds him he is still alive, that they haven’t destroyed him yet. That will come later, much later, when he stops feeling anything at all and his transformation will be complete.