Luca knew he wasn't supposed to leave his cell. He knew what the consequences would be. Pain, disorientation, his knowledge slipping away with every step he took in the wrong direction. Their warnings had been clear, and the voice in his head right now was even clearer, demanding his obedience. But that wasn't enough to make him care.

There was only one thing Luca cared about, and that's what drove him forward now, feeling weaker but more determined with every step. His cell contained nothing. There wasn't anything to do in there. And they wanted his secrets, his work, without giving him a chance to complete it himself. No. He refused. He'd build it, look upon it with his own eyes, one more time, even if it killed him. The details of his invention were vague in his head, but he was sure that if he could only find somewhere quiet to work, he'd be able to figure it out.

He had no idea where he was. He turned a corner, and there was a force-field in his way. But the wall had a control panel, and he pulled it open without hesitation, and a few minutes later the force-field was gone. He kept going.

He giggled to himself, wondering if they even knew he was gone yet. It didn't matter. He was smarter than they were, and they needed him. And he wasn't planning on being helpful at all.