You Know Darkness Always Turns to Light [Dan Howell Fan-Fiction]

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Chapter 2 - Part 2

"Your full name, please?" the woman asks. I open my mouth to say 'Chloe Richardson' but can't because of how dry my mouth suddenly feels. "Yes, your mouth may feel dry, as you have not used it for 4 years. Please, do not be alarmed. Move your tongue around a little in your mouth. You should begin to feel the paralysis wear off." 

Soon enough, I have all feeling back in my mouth and it doesn't feel dry anymore (please, just try not to use your dirty minds on these kinds of parts).

"I'll ask again. Your full name, please?" she asks. "C-Chloe Richardson." I say a little timidly. She nods and types something on the machine she's using. "Excellent. Your home planet?"

"Earth." I reply. "Correct."

Wait, was this just a test to see if I know my home planet? I think and raise an eyebrow.

"Um, how was Earth destroyed?" I ask.

"Oh, you wish to know how Earth was destroyed?" she asks. I nod. "A meteorite. Some of the humans on our planet come from Earth."

Good, so I won't be the only person here from Earth.

"They have conspiracies that perhaps it wasn't a meteorite and perhaps it was a weapon of some kind sent from our planet."

Now that I think about it, that could possibly be true...I think.

"I can assure you this is not the case. I'll continue with our questions. Your age?" she asks.

"Um, I was 16 when it happened, and I've been in this..." I pause, "...thing, for 4 years, so 20, right?"

She nods. "Yes, you are correct. Was anyone else on the vessel with you?"

I think about it for a second. "I think my friend Kayla was on it with me."

"I'm afraid they are no longer alive." she says. My face falls. Kayla's...gone? Did she burn to death? I think and sadly nod, on the verge of tears. 

"Their cryogenic tanks were destroyed. They were infected."

Wait...so THESE people KILLED HER?!?!?!?! I think and my mind fills with rage, but I try to keep my mouth shut so I won't say anything I'll regret later. 

"Do you have any major disabilities?" she asks. "No." I reply. "So you're totally fit. Wonderful! You'll make a great laborer."

This catches me off guard. Laborer???

"Have you worked with robotics before? I understand that it may be a little out of date, but any experience is useful." 

Do Apple products count? I think. 

"Erm, yes."

"Wonderful." she replies. 

"Um, when will I be able to get out of this?" I say and gesture around me. "You will be released from your tank momentarily. You have been scanned, and you are free from viral infections, so you will be able to walk, work, and live on our planet." she says. "Do you have any experience in the military?"

My eyes widen. Oh no.

"Um, no?" I reply. 

"Okay. We won't hold that against you."

Phew.

"Now, I am going to do a few simple tests to make sure that you are working correctly. First of all, an eye test." she says and holds out her index finger.

"Now follow my finger with your eyes."

She moves her finger to the right, to the left, up, and then down. "Perfect. Next, a hearing exam. I'm going to say a few words and I want you to repeat them." I nod. 

"War."

"War." I reply.

"Seperation."

"Seperation."

"Death."

"Death."

Are these words I'm going to have to use later???

"Anxiety."

"Anxiety."

"Peace."

"Peace."

"Honor."

"Honor."

"Loyalty."

"Loyalty."

"Declaration."

"Declaration."

"Independence."

"Independence."

"Escape."

"Escape."

"Excellent. Your hearing is top notch." she says. "I apologize for the poor signal. This vessel is quite old, and the titanium walls block in some of our waves. This is why it must be destroyed."

My eyes widen to the size of basketballs.WHAT?!?!?!?!

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you're completely away from it before you do so."

I sigh in relief.

"My readings indicate that you have a slight problem with your left arm. The forearm seems to be slightly exposed. There is a crack in your tank, and although no viruses or infections managed to get through, the slight draft has been there for the past 2 years. This means that your left forearm may be damaged. Would you be opposed to receiving some technological health help?" she asks.

"I guess not..." I reply.

"We would use our robotic skills to repair the arm and make it artificial. Artificial is always best."

These people remind me of Barbies...

"it will be a painless procedure in which you will be unconscious."

"Yeah, I guess that would be okay..." I say.

"Marvelous! We will begin as soon as you are released." She pauses. "Okay, we're going to remove the cryogenic tank. It will open and there will be a slight hiss and sudden chill. Please do not be alarmed, this is supposed to happen. Opening tank in 5...4...3...2...1..."

Sure enough, I feel a sudden chill and hear a hiss as the tank opens. It looks like the tank is in a room with faded blue paint and nothing else. 

"You may sit up." she says and watches as I sit up. "Your legs will still be malfunctioning slightly, but one of our worker robots will help you and show you to your room, where you will meet your roommate."

Roommate? I think.

"Thank you so much for being so patient. I will arrive at your door momentarily. I'm so happy we found you, we were running low on laborers. Please sleep well. Rest. Gain your strength. Goodbye."