Queries: Compilation Of Short Stories

28: THE RUSSIAN SLEEP EXPERIMENT

THE RUSSIAN SLEEP EXPERIMENT

"So... nearly...free..."

"Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II. The subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and do whatever they dictate them to."

Five years in this kind of industry, I am now a subtle journalist. Sikat ang grupong kinabibilangan ko at masasabi kong napakaswerte ko dahil sila ang mga nakakasama ko. Bukod sa baguhan pa lang noon hindi nila ipinaramdam sa akin iyon. They're all highly skilled Journalist, nakakahiya talaga noong nagsisimula pa ako.

Bilang isang Journalist, kailangang mong um-oo lagi sa mga sasabihin ng Boss mo. Ibinigay sa akin ang isang case kung saan kailangan kong alamin ang totoong nangyari sa eksperimento. It was the Russian Researchers' Experiment wherein numerous people extremely killed.

"Azalea on earth!" My Boss immediately thwacked his hands onto the table, bringing my unconscious mind into reality.

"Yes Sir."

"As I've said, are you willing to accept the offer?" Forthwith, I nodded instantly.

"Always. Hindi naman po ito ang unang beses na tumatanggap ako ng offer niyo, Boss," nakangiti kong ani.

"Yes I know Azalea but this case isn't similar to your past cases. Sana ay maayos mo itong mailathala."

First Five Days
The five subjects continuously talk about their past traumatic experience with each other, and unexpectedly their conversation turn into darkness after the fifth day.

Hindi ko alam kung kakayanin ko pa bang basahin ang ibang articles tungkol dito, isang article pa lang ang nababasa ko ay nalulungkot na ako't naaawa sa mga subjects na ginamit nila.

After Five Days,
They started to complain about the condition and events where it brought them to where they are now, and started to demonstrate the severe paranoia. Subjects stopped talking with each other and began to create noises inside the chamber.

Why do people have to do this animalistic research, dahil ba sa pera o kasikatan? It was all about knowledge, my mind denied.

After Nine Days
One of the subjects continuously screamed for almost three hours, until he can only do was to squaeks, researchers found out that the subject's vocal cord was physically torn out. Subjects who witness the scenes unexpectedly didn't react and continue their thing. Not until another subject began to scream again. The rest subjects who didn't scream took the book, started to open it, rubbed their feces into the book and calmly pasted it on the glass portholes.

Kaalaman kapalit ng buhay ng isang tao? Ganoon na ba ang kalakaran sa mundong kinabibilangan ko? Sa tanang buhay ko, ngayon lang ako nakatuklas ng ganito kalalang gawain ng mga tao.

14th Day, Morning
Researchers visits the Subjects to announce the testing of the microphone inside the chamber, they were shock with the response they've heard in one of the Subjects, saying "We no longer want to be freed."

I unexpectedly closed my eyes, stopping tears to cascade down to my cheeks. With a blurry vision, I read the last statement.

Mabilis kong iniiling ang sariling ulo, huminga ng malalim ngunit hindi nakatulong ang bagay na iyon sa akin.

"Who are you?"

"I must know!" Researchers added.

"Have you forgotten so easily?" The subject asked.

"We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread." I calmly said, slightly smiling at them.

Yes, I am no Journalist, I am one of the Subjects who created a new world wherein I can stay awake and do whatever I wanted.

They aimed the gun infront of me, pointing where my heart is, naramdaman ko na lang na masakit na ang aking katawan.

I smiled as I saw how my blood continuously cascading down to my chest, slightly and weakly, I choked out before saying my last statement, "So... nearly... free..."

Thank you for reading.
Note: Some paragraphs aren't mine.