If i has been joking around when I said I couldn't remember where i was, this situation would have been much funnier. But when I tell you not a single though came to mind, it was the truth. Nothing but the seemingly programmed ways of my body remained, and little memories. Walking, thinking, eating, you know, the things you need to live. Talking was never if the equation, i would never be able to do that again. Let me explain.
Years ago, well, plenty of years ago I had lost my voice. According to my mother, I had been born screaming, alike any other child. They took me home, and after just a few days, it was like I had been silenced, not a single thing came out of my mouth for the rest of my prolonged life. But none of that seemed to matter as I glanced around the room, looking for any sheer sign of where I might be.
The room was brightly lit with white walls and hard, stone floor. Across one of the walls appeared to be a large mirror. I walked up to the large "mirror", placing my finger against it, staring at the tip of my fingernail as it touched the tip of the reflections.
"Double sided glass..." I think to myself with a sigh, assuming what it was. With the fact the door connected on that wall, and the fact that this is just like any other movie like encapturement container.
A chilling thought rolled down my spine as the odd realization hit. Anyone, or anything could be staring back at me through this glass, observing my every move, documenting my every behavioral choice and action.
I fold my arms, taking careful, calculated steps over to the corner of the room, carefully kneeling down and sitting there, head faced to the floor in the dead silence.
An eerie ticking filling the room, not hat of an alarm or machine, but that of a large clock. A clock I had just noticed standing largely and tall in the corner of the room, something I probably should have noticed at first. My head zipped around as i heard the creaking of a large metal door, and a large thud as it was then slammed shut.
In front of my stood a tall, white, bear like creature with a large black smile and black, beady eyes.
"H̸e̸l̶l̴o̴" The voice said in an animated, almost automated tone, its arms crossed formally behind its back. I took notice of how the bears mouth moved not one bit as it spoke, the sound coming from a small, round speaker implemented in its chest along with the numerous wires sprouting from its back.
"Who are you." I would sign, my fingers slicing the air with a tone of hated my voice could not portray. I didn't expect anything but a confused look from the 'thing' standing idly in front of me, but to my utter shock moments later the thing pulled out something from its pocket.
A book, brown in color with a large white feather attached to the side. The thing's hand, or- paw? moved quickly as it wrote, reattaching the feather to the side as it closed the book, handing it to me.
"Welcome to the federation" The book read. I look up, confusion spread deeply across my face. But there was nobody to be found, and all that would be heard was the clocking of a lock, followed by the flicker of the lights.
A shiver ran down my spine as I replayed the interaction in my head, looking for any clues.
"The federation... the federation..." my mind spiraled. I've never heard of these people before. What did they want with me? I had so many thoughts going through my head interrupted by the appearance of a book sliding through the mail slit in the door.
My steps echoed through the air of the room as I walked over to the book cautiously, picking it up smoothly. I opened the page to the bookmarked slot, reading through the lines...
The book held questions, many of them. The questions asking a few things...
"What is your name?"
"What is your age?"
"What was your occupation?"
The book read.
"Was?" My mind spiraled. Not only did I not know any of the answers to these questions, but that singular word sent a spontaneous chill down my spine. Wherever I was, it was not good, and somehow, I have a feeling there is something evil hidden behind that bear's smile...
"Please return after answering"
The last line read. I would pick up the feather with shaking hands, heaving a heavy sigh before inking my response.
"I do not know..."
I wasn't sure if this was the response they had wanted or not, or even if I should try and give them what they want. All I knew was I was asked a question, and I had no answer. I had no answer.
The realization filled my mind and spun in endless, taunting circles right in the face of my thoughts. Yes, I knew this before, the fact that I did not know myself, but it's as if my brain truly realized that fact. For however many years I had been alive I had made memories, things I would, or should have remembered for the rest of my life. All of a sudden, I now remembered nothing. Not my age, not who I used to be, not even my name.
The federation... Where had I heard that name before...? I know I have... because it seems so oddly familiar in such an uncomfortable, unsettling way that makes the hair on your arms stand up. But nothing, nothing at all. My mind drew a blank.
I would reattach the feather on the side, still unsettled and shaky, closing the book after sliding the bookmark against the page. II would walk, barely avoiding tripping over my own feet, over to the door, opening the hatch to push the book carefully through the door, shivering. There was no sound of the book hitting the floor, as if someone had been waiting, patiently for my response. As if someone had been standing there eerily, hands carefully drawn to catch the lightweight coming from the slot in the door.
"̶E̷x̴c̵e̶l̸l̷e̴n̶t̴ ̷w̵o̴r̸k̸, t̴h̷a̸n̷k̸ ̶y̴o̴u̶." The eerie, automated voice echoed, as I imagined the wicked smile the edged across that odd bear's face. Not a moments later, the lights began to flicker, before fully shutting off, engulfing the room in deep, black darkness.
(Based on the Qsmp, Chapter one of this new book, hope you enjoyed, chapter 2 soon :D!)
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Binary (A Qsmp Story)
FanfictionMaybe, just possibly the entities we have grown to know and hate aren't all they seem.
