The Lab Directions

The antidote

Humans craved knowledge, usually for the prestige, therefore it should come as no surprise to you that we who were cursed with enhancement were under experimentation. It had been a while since we were admitted to the laboratory and it sure looked like one with its white walls, white tiled floors that made it easier to clean blood off of, the white robes and sharp, stainless steel tools. It was all spotless on entry. There was always a couple sprinkles and splotches of crimson that decorated any room we existed. The hallways were similar, but instead the white floor tiles included faint blue arrows that lit up to direct us to our spacious 6 by 6 meter room. A white, again the white(we were going, no we were already sick of it) bed that was really just a mattress on a jut out of the wall. The other side also included the jut out of the wall. Remember when we said that it was a 6 by 6 room, we meant the ceiling.

Now we were on a tour to the same place and we even took the same pathway. Surprise, surprise. Our eyes would roll if not for the two humans with guns strapped to their sides. They were my tour guides. The guns were probably the only other permanent splotch of colour in this sea of clinical white. Well, aside from the semi permanent crimson. From how often it appeared, it could last as permanent. A critical design element: the incorporation of blood in architecture.

There were also guns trained on us from above, from bellow, from any possible angle and there was no bluff. One wrong move and we would just be another body in the ever growing pile. How pleasant. Not.

That was the last thought that crossed our mind when we were once again sedated, another attempt to make our enhancements null and void. Failed, again. All it did was give us insane urges, for example: the urge to cry until an actual river was formed or the urge to rip out a nonexistent tree that sprouted from our blood on the malicious white walls and tiles, all of that to throw the tree into the so called doctor whom was unfortunate enough to work on us. Sadly, there was never a pleasant emotion. However, right now we didn't feel drowsy. No, not at all, a feeling, not felt in a time frame that could ravel life on earth enveloped us. Clear, crystalline focus. We felt alive, like a wire transporting energy to our mind. The mind was the powerhouse of the body as well as its controller; and during this moment, we could control more than ourselves. We could control them.