Jackson Helm: Island Escape

Recording 1: Society's Introduction

When I woke up, I found myself in a box, like an animal who had just been purchased from the pet store. My heart raced in fear. I was left in a dark box, confused, and lost. The box kept sliding back and forth, from one side to the other. Then I started to feel super sick, and it became apparent that I was on a boat. Luckily, minutes after I woke up, my box was picked up and taken off ship. I heard many voices of men saying my name. I hated the sound of the doors unlocking and the sound of gun shots of prisoners who were detained for bad behavior. The roar of the inmates scared the life out of me. I knew, my life was about to change.

Then when I started to get comfortable with being in the box, I was dropped on the floor. Whoever was carrying my box didn't care about my wellbeing nor my physical health. When the crash of a heavy door opening closing, I tried to escape the box. The lid was propped open with a crowbar which was enough for me to push it open and slip through the narrow slit. When I got out of the box, the first thing I did was look out my door. It was a blast proof door, no ballistics or bullet could get through the door. The little slit where they would give notes was where I checked out my surroundings. My cell was in a white hallway with multiple other cells with the letter G. The letter and number above each cell identified who we were from day one. I looked at the cell across from me which was labelled G5. I could only imagine what my number was above my cell, but there was no time to wonder. My thoughts were redirected quickly to the guards moving at a fast pace down the hall from the left. It was evident that they were going to my cell.

They opened my cell, staring at me with the nastiest look I can remember. Those guards were enormous. They had shiny, muscle defining armor that reflected extremely bright light. Additionally, they were very masculine, huge mustaches and big muscles were the general description. I was only six years old at the time so my description of the men is quite limited. Skinny and with very little muscle, I was seen as a weakling compared to everyone else. One of the guards dragged me out of my cell with one arm and escorted me down the hall. I was pulled up to my feet so we could enter into the elevator. A short little announcement came through the speaker then the horrid modern music played. I hated the modern music made when I was younger. There was so much music that had great beats, but the words were terrible, seeming almost as if the Illuminati encrypted it with a secret message for only the most secretive. The elevator ride was always the same amount of time, two minutes to go deeper into the earth where not a single organism can save you from the mental state of psychotic scientists and abhorred investors.

It was disgusting to see the bunker walls around me that filled my soul with so much loneliness and depression. When we got to the laboratory where I received my first test, it became evidently clear that I was part of a wicked experiment, perhaps a secret government program. The men escorted me to my chair where they strapped down tightly. In movies that I saw, the test subjects always were forced down by leather straps, but in my case, metal rings formed to my limbs which held me into place. Seconds later, I could hear the doctor talking to a woman behind the door. The doctor kept asking, "Do you really want to do this?" The mysterious lady's response was yes every time. When the voices stopped talking, the doctor came in the room and said, " Here is a random dose of my experiment. I am sorry if you die during this process, this was never my intention. If you make it through, I will ultimately live. We will both make it through this process and hopefully you can be set free." I was left speechless on the table. A doctor, forced to do experiments on people and pray that the test subjects live. I couldn't believe it. By the time I was about to respond to him, he injected the fluid and I passed out. I still can feel the cold fluid rush through my body today. These tests went on for years, but when I was 17, everything changed.

One day, I woke up, breathing fine but feeling heavier yet stronger and more powerful. The hard mattress propelled me off of the bed, forward towards the door. At the time, I was living in a 15 foot by 15 foot room in the ground with a mirror just to the right of the door. When I looked into the mirror, my muscles were bigger, my veins were expressed, my body was activated. I begun to look like a tank with two feet, an immovable force nobody thought would conjure. I was perplexed about the sudden growth of muscle and tissue throughout my body. Who knew that life could change so quickly, at least in my perspective. Moments later, an announcement came over the radio of a guard outside of my cell. "G11 has been put into special eyes protection. She has begun to develop..", then the radio turned off. It was the voice of the same lady I heard before getting injected with the magical fluid that made me muscular. I connected the dots and figured that she was the leader of the entire operation.