Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 2

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                                                        Chapter 2

"Just sign here, finally, that you give us full permission to do with you as we please, and you can walk out with me now."

"There is a lot of stuff down here?" he said looking up at the man in the military uniform from his bed, a bit concerned.

"It's all red tape?  Mostly just says you're agreeing to serve your country.  Willing to lay down your life for it if you have to."

So looking at him a moment, he signed.  After all, he realised, he really had nowhere else to go.  And the thought of whatever sort of life was to await him outside of his cell door.  Seemed a hell of a lot better than waiting there, aware by the passing of each day his destiny with death grew that nearer.     

He woke up groggy.  He wasn't even sure how long he had been out.  He did know is head was hurting; like as if some big guy, like himself, had flung him head first into a wall.

A man in military uniform approached, accompanied by a girl similarly clad.  He heard the words, "Nice to see you back with us," accompanied by a false smile.  Then talking to the nurse, "Let them know, patient 45890, seems to be coming along quite nicely.  And I see no post-op problems."

"Okay doctor"

He saw the nurse walk away, and then as if he had been hit with something, he lost consciousness.

After that, it was like he had only moments of lucidness.  Like in ET cases, he had the feeling lights had been shun in his face.  There were alien voices, blurred images of faces, hovering very close to his.

Then some day later, after undergoing various tests, he was told, as he resided in another cell, not much bigger from the one he had left on that New Orleans's Death Row, about a week previous. 

"We're flying you out tomorrow, to a secret location.  You are going to be joined there by two other prisoners, also taken off Death Rows in two other States.  Like you, they too have been fitted with a tracking devices, so that their movements can be observed at all times.  The implant in your head, also lets us monitor all your bodily functions; Brain, repertory, heart etc."

And doc, you can't tell me why I'm here?  Some guard at the prison had the notion I might have been chosen for some cyborg  GI program.  Is that what this is?"

The man gave a laugh, "That's classified.  All I can say, your country will be very grateful for your role in all this."

The flight in the large military chopper didn't seem terribly long.  Like where he had originated about a week before, he was again caged; but in the belly of a machine with four soldiers with automatic weapons looking over him; tough guys, who looked like they wouldn't take any nonsense, if he tried to pull something off.