[The machine hums around them as the sphere shrinks. At first the pressure is something that could at least be called normal, like wearing an outfit too small. But then it gets tighter and tighter, and soon there's a feeling like they've been pushed to the very backs of their bodies.
When there's no farther back for them to be pushed, there's pain. Unimaginable pain, like they're being torn out of their bodies. Fingers twitch and limbs jerk or stop working abruptly--the loss of control is gradual but chaotic.
Then they're floating, trapped in individual bubbles picked up by retrieval units. Their bodies are being carried off. The pain is fading, slowly.
They're still fully conscious. They're still capable of observing. They're capable of speaking, too, though their voices won't carry much beyond the immediate area.]
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When there's no farther back for them to be pushed, there's pain. Unimaginable pain, like they're being torn out of their bodies. Fingers twitch and limbs jerk or stop working abruptly--the loss of control is gradual but chaotic.
Then they're floating, trapped in individual bubbles picked up by retrieval units. Their bodies are being carried off. The pain is fading, slowly.
They're still fully conscious. They're still capable of observing. They're capable of speaking, too, though their voices won't carry much beyond the immediate area.]