Project Strikeforce
“They were in one of the labs, Eric holding the helmet in front of him while Deion stood behind, his hand on John’s shoulder.
“Just relax,” Eric said. “When it’s in place, we’ll close it. When it seals, you should feel a slight breeze as the environmental systems come online.”
He eyed it skeptically. “How am I supposed to see out of this thing? It’s solid plastic.”
Dr. Elliot looked up from his workstation. “Trust us, John. This is the Visual Improvement System for Optical Recognition, or VISOR.... It’s much more than just a helmet. It might even save your life one day.”
Eric and Deion struggled to slide it around John’s head. They managed to work it around his scalp, then lowered the clamshell and snapped it in place.
He heard a metallic click and jerked, but Deion’s steady hand reassured him. He felt a moment of claustrophobia, the dark interior unnaturally close to his skin, and he took a deep breath. “It smells funny,” he said.
“That’s just new car smell,”MoreLess
“Just relax,” Eric said. “When it’s in place, we’ll close it. When it seals, you should feel a slight breeze as the environmental systems come online.”
He eyed it skeptically. “How am I supposed to see out of this thing? It’s solid plastic.”
Dr. Elliot looked up from his workstation. “Trust us, John. This is the Visual Improvement System for Optical Recognition, or VISOR.... It’s much more than just a helmet. It might even save your life one day.”
Eric and Deion struggled to slide it around John’s head. They managed to work it around his scalp, then lowered the clamshell and snapped it in place.
He heard a metallic click and jerked, but Deion’s steady hand reassured him. He felt a moment of claustrophobia, the dark interior unnaturally close to his skin, and he took a deep breath. “It smells funny,” he said.
“That’s just new car smell,”MoreLess
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