Footsteps came down the cold floor.  A man, wearing a suit, almost white, but in fact was shimmering with all colours.
  Soon he came to a door.  Top Secret, and other such phrases were stuck all over it.  He disregarded them, stepping through the doorway, to eight other people, each wearing a different colour.  
  White, Black, Red, Green, Blue, Grey, Orange, Brown.  A rainbow in themselves.  Behind them stood a large machine, like a giant porcupine, rods sticking out of it, and between them flowed lightning bolts, not just blue, but of each of the colours.
  "Is it finished?" the man of all colours asked.  The woman in white nodded, and led him to beside the machine.
  She quickly placed wires all over his body, especially around his head, until he resembled the machine. "Go," he said, and she pulled a lever.
  The man screamed in pain, as electricity flowed through his body, rippling through him, giving off a light, almost white, but in fact it was shimmering with all colours.
  Suddenly lightning came from the machine, shooting across the walls and roof, each blast a different colour.  White, Black, Red, Green, Blue, Grey, Orange, Brown.  A rainbow in themselves.  Slowly they each found a home inside each of the suited people, each blast hitting a suit of the same colour as it was, filling the room with screams.
  Motionless their bodies lay, but their minds lay not.