Lot 168

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Existing is just a form of being. Living is something few people achieve. Some are forced into existing and others just never venture out where danger might attack them.

As I sit on a hard wooden chair with black and blue markings covering my wrists from the hardened paste, I am being forced to exist. Nothing more, nothing less. The past days have trickled on like dripping water. A small glimpse of what the next months of life will taste like for me. They put me in a room with two other people, of whom I've never seen. One male looked like he had been beaten to unconsciousness as his head drooped without any support. Dried blood was plastered to his head. The other male looked simple, but different. His head was down as if he was focusing on something. He had control of his body.  

I looked around at the, now quite familiar, techno green walls and watched the figure of a brown headed captive. He raised his head to look at me, with his deep green orbs, and pulled an eyebrow to his scalp. It was weird to have someone hold eye contact with me that was not related. It seemed strange as he continued to study my features while I returned the gesture.

"Milo." A simple word played off his lips with such harmony I had never heard of. My ears perked up as if trying to understand a foreign technique. I just stared as my eyes drifted to his left hand bonded behind his back. I saw no improvements. Nothing but severe scar tissue. No screen. No..

A door slammed open and I looked up to find the guards, dressed in the famous electro-fibers, once again shoving their presents' in my face. The center of the blue suit lit up with a soft glow. Every part of the suit was designed to be like a free flowing indestructible screen. It can do almost anything. The only reason why I know this is because I am the one that made them. I stared at the words presented on the clothing.

You will be taken to the main room for implants.

My orbs connected with black glasses. My gut clinched as I was roughly ripped out of the chair by a guard wearing the absurd matching suit.

Glancing at the brown haired gentleman beside me, I saw him shoot me a light hearted smile. I saw the scars around his neck along with jagged thick stitching flowing down his arms. He looked like he should be anything but happy. As the guards pulled me around, I watched as his smile turned deadly when his eyes locked with a guard's stare.

The heavy door slammed in my face. Long lengthy lines of the guards followed me as I was pushed into the same room I was trying to avoid.

Stations and tables were lined up against all the five walls. With this room being in the shape of a hexagon, it is easy to find. Everything about this room makes me want to vomit. Although nobody is in the room at the moment, memories rip though my frontal lobe.

My mother's screams, the peoples agonizing needles, the way they laughed when the design malfunctioned. We were the Ginny pigs for their new design. I was six. My father was the one who made up most improvements. It was me and my mother. My siblings never knew what happened to me. I would disappear on a “shopping spree” with mom and ended up tied down to a table. Harsh comments from my sister stung worse than the knives digging into my skin. She thought I was the favorite daughter, little did she know I was the least liked. Around my siblings I was treated like a princess but once they were gone the façade had left as well. Dad never watched as they dug into my skin, he simply read charts or looked over pages. He wanted mom to be a Ginny pig too simply because he was tired of her. That much I know. I remember how he stayed next her, smirking while she cried. I remember the long nights when he never came home. I remember his face when he saw how much pain he had caused me. His eyes rang with regret while his lips were pulled together in a tight line. He was too far in. He couldn’t stop what he had started. Everyone expected me to be the test dummy for the rest of my life and he never said no. He wanted to be the person in charge and he did whatever he could to make sure that happened.

Now, he is considered the chief. He got what he wanted. He's been off the radar since he got the newest improvement. Only the government officials or workers are ordered to obtain all improvements. Everyone else gets the updates that keep people entertained. 

BUZZ! This brought me back to reality.

With my hands still knotted together, I had no hope of knowing what was sent to me. Nobody normal was around. Only guards and a surgeon occupied this enormous space. There could be at least three robotic football fields placed in this room alone.

Being forced to lie down on the padded table made my heart start pumping faster. My shirt slipped off my right shoulder making my improved metal and electro shoulder known to the world. With my blood pressure increasing and my dignity drastically decreasing, I felt the same needles, when I was six, pierce into my palm. I was screaming. A cloth was wrapped around my head to cease my agonizing yelps. In a matter of two more stabs with the needle, I was slipped into an oblivious state of existing. Just the way I wanted.