"Is there a problem?" Leo asked with a frown.
Leo really did not want to discuss this topic.
From the moment he had boarded Jason's spaceship, he had been processing the negative emotions from that stretch of time.
After returning, he had been even less willing to revisit those memories.
"Although I don't know how you did it, even if you could survive freely in space without food or water, that was still a terrifying amount of time."
"Easy. Hear me out," Coulson said, gently holding Leo back as he grew restless.
"There was an experiment to test what solitary confinement felt like, and to determine how much stress certain prisoners could endure."
"We first had some students volunteer for a five-day experiment. We created a fairly extreme sensory-deprivation environment, using soundproofing, translucent goggles, cotton gloves, and so on."
"That state was very similar to being in space, if you could live there without a spacesuit."
"So? Tell me the results. How many people made it through?"
Leo looked at Coulson as he asked.
"No one did. Despite the generous compensation, no one made it through," Coulson said.
"Even students who ended the experiment after eight hours made mistakes doing simple tasks and couldn't concentrate."
"Those who lasted more than two days began hallucinating. After four days, the subjects had trembling hands, couldn't walk in a straight line, responded slowly, and became sensitive to pain."
"It took a full three days for them to return to normal."
"So? I don't have any of those symptoms," Leo said with a frown.
Coulson looked at Leo, paused for a moment, then continued.
"But when someone is in an environment with little or no sensory input, the mind fills in those sensory gaps on its own."
"The brain creates and alters sensations, drawing