The Prototype

I wake up. Feeling hair curling, cold air breeze gently against my back. A beep in the back of the room repeats in a mono tone throughout the room. Blaring light burns through my lids causing pain as I attempt to open them.

"Keep them shut."A voice above me orders. A male it seems to be. I never met another person, heard another person, or even seen one. What are they like? Are they nice? Or could they be hideosous? Cruel with toture methods beyond compare? I wouldn't know, I never met one.

I sense a hand reach across me and gently brush my stomach as it retreats. "Okay, your safe to open them." The voice assures me. Then I feel a hand being placed against my shoulder, "Please, open your eyes."

What? What am I suppose to do. Seconds ago I didn't care what earth layed before me, but now? Now, I'm not so sure. I'm to scared to see what life has in store. Their must be good things about it, right? Or else humans wouldn't continue to survive. Why would they want to if it was wasn't worthwhile?

But then there is death. That gray cloud, hanging over these beings whom lack immortality. Must I go through that tradegy? Does my kind hold any advantage? Will ending it be simple? No, I know one thing, and that thing is, is that nothing is simple, nothing will come simple and, life's definiton does contain the word simple. Still I don't know. I'll probably continue to never know, because no answers are ever given, unless you accept it for what it may be. Maybe, I should give life a chance and discover these answers for myself, rather than wait here for the answer to my question of death. Maybe.

"Miss, open your eyes."

Twitching, my eyes crack open to a dimmed room. What was I doing? There was no metal sheet benethe me. I was hovering several feet above the floor. " Don't move, you have a very high and strong amount of magnetized pieces of iron in your blood stream. The floor also has an equal amount of strengh to keep you afloat. It's this way to keep your body growing properly. You move, then bye type AO1.

I stare at him, to petriefied to move. "One Moment you'll be able to move in just a moment, I just simply need to lower the field and raise the mat." Even though the man sounded reassuring, the atmosphere was tense.

I glance over at him, he was young, caucasian and handsome. He had a look of consintraition on his face. The look of focus suddenly shifted to a look of relief as the cold plastic mat hit my spine.

Something slams in the back of the room. "A01 okay?," a women's voice asks. "Great, but she wont speak, nor move," the man sighed leaning over to put the control back down. The redhead women walks across the room, leans over and examins me quickly with her glare. The female conjures up a disgusted look on her face as she lifts my arm and drops it. As she finishes her observations she grumbles, "And she got in?"

The women heaved a a deep and sigh and look over at the other scientist, "does she speak?" The man processes her question for a moment, "Uh, yes, she should be able to speak fluent English, Mandarian, French, Spanish,German, Japanese and I believe 3 others" Looking at me the women speaks, "Jiǎng de dōngxi."(Speak something) Annoyed with her command I responded, "Wǒ shì shuí?" (who am I?)" Nǐ yīgè Progenesapien, shǒuxiān yào zhèngquè zìdònghuà. Nǐ yǐjīng bèi xuǎn ding,"(You're a Progenesapien, first to be automated correctly. You've been chosen) The women speaks amused, "She's good, send her to the parlor" The scientist looked shock, "She doesn't need it, she looks beautiful already. The parlor will modify her, I don't want my gene to look foolish." She glared at the scientist, "foolish to you, but she still can't remain in a hospital gown. Either way she is immediately getting put into uniform, and sent with the others to base." The scientist looked up in with eyes that opened with shock, "what about therapy? She can barely move let alone walk. Where have my three months gone? She needs those more than you need to abort her." He peers down at the metal tray of processed food next to me then suddenly thrashes it across the room, sending a mess that appeared to look like vomit. "Why the are they needed now? What idiotic moron decided this!?" The redheaded women disgusted face shifted to a snarl and growled under her breath. " We are nearing the open lands, faster than planned."

Mumbling the scientist told her to get me out here herself. Then he left the room, leaving the mess behind. Unaffected, the redhead walks out. The doors shut and I was alone. The hum of the machines break the silence. They beeping repeated slow ly, and with everyone I felt my heart sink. "Progenesapien, that was me? Am I that different to be of another name? I couldn't possibly be so, but I was told to be. Why was I selected out of others? Was I so perfect to be the one? What..." The beeping stopped with a loud crack and the room tinted black.

Two men in black suites and motor masks broke through the operating doors. They marched over to my resting place and threw me on the ground. They snatched my wristes and began pulling me against the frozen tile. The halls were pitched in darkness. Only dim crimson lights along the edges of the floor told the direction. A gasp of air came from the man on the left. He loosened his grip on my wrist and let his hands clasp around his neck. The man to my right refused to look back and continued to drag me. Limp, I watched the other fall to the floor with a seizure. I glance up at the man pulling me, and within those few seconds, the floor tilted . Loosing his balance the man tumbles over me and crashes into the wall.I roll down and wham my head along his boots. I tremble to barely move and eventually am slid down the hall where we crash into another operating room. The redhead women was here with her head smashed between a the metal mat and cabinet . A male still afloat screams at me to help him. Stunned, I couldn't reply. The red flashing lights were going black and I felt a sharp object pin me in the back. Gasping for air the women who I presumed to have dead had fallen on top of me. Her words were inaudible but I knew she was telling me to move. I pull the needle, she had stabbed me with morphine. Without a seconds notice, I pitch it at the black field and listen to the male crash to the ground. In a yelp of pain, he crumples into a ball, unconscious. Then the world flips over and I fall through the glass roof into blackness. And then my mind is lost.