My Life Needs A ReWrite

Chapter One

I walk around itching to know my result. The test was supposed to tell you everything. Everything about yourself and who you were before the capsule. I’m Eliza Roberts I am a capsule survivor. A bit confused? Well you see a long time ago scientists developed a time machine an ancient thing now, its kept in the museum. Anyway they went back in time and stole important people from history. I don’t know why I’m important I am just a writer. You see when you enter the capsule time passes and you don’t even age. The world keeps going and you just are frozen. You are sealed in a completely bullet proof, water, weather and acid resistant case. They can see you but you can never see them. It is like you are dreaming you see glimpses of what is happening while you are in there. So when they decide to release you it is a big deal you usually don’t remember anything. I am not supposed to know anything about myself, but I know my name and my occupation. It is labeled on your capsule so if you are lucky enough to see it before they dispose of it then you can have a small glimpse of who you are. The test is what fills you in really. They tell you what you did, what you accomplish, what you did wrong how you affected other people. Some people have been in the capsule twice. They tell you what you did if you had a negative affect or an effect they didn’t like they ask you if you would do that now and if you say yes there you go back into the capsule for another hundred years or so I don’t really know.

Every once in a while they tell you but you are also labeled. Your capsule tells you the little bit you need to know so you can say the correct answers. So you can go home and fix whatever mistake you made. I have been put away 3 times now. I can’t remember what I did but I always do, they send you back and then you remember everything. They don’t know that, they always find out you remember and they try to take you out. You have to be fast your mind has to be stronger than the system.

I have gotten used to the forget-fulness of the sirum the clouds that fill your brain before it fills with water. The water is murky at first and then it begins to clear till everything is visible. Apparently I have been here so long I have talked with 15 different professors. The average capsule survivor only sees 4. They can’t get me to crack I don’t want to crack I don’t like it when people are in my head they can see my thoughts your feelings everything that you think you know about yourself they know nothing is a secret. I see the man coming back from the result room I stop pacing and sit down. I had started to remember everything already but you don’t tell them that, they sit and read yourself your own story. I am always amazed by what they think and the things they change. You always act absolutely appalled at whatever they say.

 

I forgot to mention a thing about the capsule they try to drill dumb rules and expectations into your head while you are in there. So they can have absolute order when you get out not crazy outbursts or insane patients. The first time they released someone they didn’t have an active mind so they had nothing but their own thoughts for 100 years. That can drive someone crazy. They compare it to being buried alive. You are trapped in a space restrained and unable to get out left with your own thoughts and claustrophobia.

The man sits down this is the last professor I had I realize, as he takes out a very thick book of my life. He starts to tell my story which I will have to go back and live out. But you see when they put me in that capsule it is because they didn’t want me to give women power. I told you I was a writer right? Well I started writing when I was young. Back then only the men went to school and even then they only went long enough to learn how to speak properly and write war commands. So a women being educated is a big nono. I finally figured out why they kept putting me back. I went to school and wrote a book. I wrote novels poems and published them disguised as a boy. When people found out I was a girl they were outraged. I am afraid now that instead of putting me back in the capsule this time if I can’t do it right then they will just let me die. This man sits down asking me if I know my name. I say no. So he then begins reading me my story as he reads I don’t realize the machine behind me. “So you were very bad you know you can’t be educated you must live a life of a regular wench. So ta ta for now Eliza.” He says smiling a psychotic grin. Thats when I feel the hum of the machine and it lashes out grabbing my arms. That is when I black out.