Subject 243

Consciousness floats out of the ether, my moment of awakening to the world around me, framed in misty clouds, pulling me back toward.... I can't really remember. Men in white coats. Cold shiny metal, slick beneath my fingers. Numb pressure above my eyes where I can not see. I try to speak, only my mouth flops open, wet drool leaking down my cheek.

Subject 243 seems to be coming around, increase the...

Through a glass wall, I watch as they watch, taking notes on tacky cornered pages of their notebooks. My fingers probe the seam that now runs around my head, stopping at the protrusion in the back, round and hard with a long finger extending from inside. This was not here before. Who am I? What are they doing to me?

Thwack! Pain, in my arm...

Shaved. Every hair is now gone, down to those that resided on my toes. I am truly naked before them now as they take notes. Their questions are simple, yet I can not force the words from my lips beyond garbled grunts. I see the words like a picture show across my brain, though my lens is cracked. Excitement registers on their faces as little red lights blink across machines that lead back to the thick cable now attached to my head. If only my fingers could reach the clasp on the leather straps before they...

shock me...

Toys. Maybe once I played with these. Now in the recess of night, I ponder how to manipulate them into a viable means of escape. The trick is not to leave any of them obviously damaged when the shade rises in the morning and the note taking begins. My skin feel like waves of ants marching across, sampling my flesh with their mandibles. They smear lotion with their blue gloved hands each day, watching red continents develop across the map of my body. Ah, an axle from a toy car pries loose, tucking it firmly in my cheek as the day begins. Strange, the vents seem to be leaking some sort of smoke...

I am sorry sir, but due to lack of cognitive results we will be terminating all subjects assigned to this project. Burn all the carcasses, we will be confiscating all files to be put on record at the secure facility in Arizona. Have all your staff prepare to be thoroughly examined prior to closure of the laboratory. They will be re-signing non-disclosure agreements and any communication considered hostile to continued profitability of the company will be aggressively pursued with force.

This is the last voice I hear as they roll me across the sterile expanse of their workspace, if only I could speak...would they consider me such an animal...



So, this one is fiction, maybe. I don't often go there, but had a little fun just free writing over the holiday. I blame it on the meds and the Stephen King book I am reading. Hope you enjoy.

Have a great weekend everyone!