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Did I just meet the devil? Was I dead? It looked and felt like a coffin. Only it had a clear glass front. It was like that final scene in the Netflix movie Oxygen.
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I didn't feel dead. I felt cold. I also felt the rusty cleaver the old man had given me. It was in my hand. I could barely move it, but I did manage to push it into a slot in the inside of the coffin. It fit like a key. The lid above me automatically popped open. I tried to crawl out, but my arms and legs were not exactly listening to me. They felt numb. I sat up and realized I was hooked up to a bunch of wires and tubes which I quickly pulled off. "Ouch," I muttered. Still, everything seemed okay. The numbness was going away.
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I looked around. Where was I? It looked like a warehouse. There were rows of crates in every direction. They were stacked up blocking my view of any exterior wall. I stood up and found a way to climb down. Looking around I got the feeling I was in that warehouse from the Indiana Jones movie. That is probably the Ark of the covenant over there, I mused. Then, I heard a sound like the purring of an electric motor. I called out, "Hello, anybody there?"
No one answered, but the purring was getting closer. I got a bad feeling and considered crawling back into my coffin. What must have been a warehouse robot came into view. It was basically an automated forklift. It came up to the stack of crates I had just crawled down from, but it didn't seem interested in me; so, I got out of its way. It faced the stack, raised its forks, and speared the pallet my coffin was sitting on. It lowered the coffin, turned, and began taking the coffin in the direction Mr. Robot had come from.
I decided to follow. Still, I kept out of sight just in case.
Mr. Robot took the coffin to the far end of the warehouse, through a wide opening and down a corridor that was lined with large windows. I could see through the windows at what looked like laboratories. There were a few people inside the laboratories, but they were focused on their work. You know, looking through microscopes, measuring stuff into test tubes, making entries on keyboards. In one lab there were several people gathered around what looked like a cadaver. They never looked my way. All the same, I crouched down below the windows as I continued to follow my coffin.
