Revalation

test-part 1

sorry this is so short, more is on its way and sorry about the lack of editing

chapter two – test

the room was even more blank and bland then the waiting room. It held an eerie resemblance to a dentists with a large reclining chair taking center stage, a small wheelie chair rested beside it next to it. The nurse made her was over to it patting her gloved hand on the reclining chair as she passed it indicating for me to take a seat. My body tensed and my heart began to pound, no one spoke of the test; the only type of perspective we got on it was that it was different to the development tests. That was it, the fact that it was different was all we got. I hadn't thought about it before but no it seemed like a startling lack of information for such an important right of passage. Slowly I got my feet to shuffle me forward, it wasn't my place to question the government, if they decided we didn't get information it meant we didn't need it. After all they only had our interests in heart.

The first test we took at school, sitting in our desks. It had been a random collection of questions that seemed to have no correct answer. Pages of “describe power” , “what is this picture showing?” and “name a trait” with psychic monitors recording our first response. A standard process that showed our intelligence by comparing first thought to answer written to see ability to reflect on lessons and own work at later times.

“this is a stimulant test ,snow” the nurse explained in a dull voice , she must be used to the confusion.

“just like a gaming system at the arcade , there's nothing to worry about” a sigh escaped me, stimulant games were common if Ifica they allowed players to enter the realm of the game with glasses and earpieces. Players could create worlds and edit them, they made all things possible. I spent ages in them after school in the street runner game racing across the skyline of vast cities and the underwater club.

When I lay on the chair the nurse stared at me, her eyes wide assessing my face, her expression a bit dumb struck. I still wasn't used to people starring at me, it stung at me like a bee; when it wasn't out of initial caution or hatred it was in plain fascination that the others looked, like how people used to pay to stare at freaks in show. My mother didn't even notice like most Ificans even when we went to other sections were people blatantly pointed and whispered as they froze to watch the freaks walk past, an accidental mutation had caused our kind to look the way we did while still resembling humans, the electric blue eyes shone vividly out of our faces and the naturally occurring marks on our skin made us stick out.

“you can start now” I not so subtly hinted.

“oh... yes... sorry” she seemed to snap back into reality. “its just we don't see a lot of” I waited as she searched her brain for the right word “your kind in this test area.”

two cold metal discs were placed on each side of my head, thought monitors they stuck to my skin without glue or a band to hold them in place clinging to electrical pulses of my brain like a magnet to a fridge. They felt like a splinter in my brain, an annoying presence that didn't hurt but felt anyway, next a oxygen mask was placed over my mouth and nose and the sting of a chemical smell was overpowering.