The Prototype

The Test

I was moved to a separate room. One that stood empty besides a chair in the center. It was white and round enough to create an illusion of endless space. Maybe there was a point to it's color and shape, but I figured I wouldn't want to know if there was.

I was placed in the chair. It was cushioned, and I was covered in a pale blue hospital gown. A cord was attached to the back of my head. I was told not to move. I didn't. I sat and stared into the white for minutes, waiting for the intercom to speak. I was curious of what they were doing, but I felt it had something do with my mind. So I kept it clear, the white my focus.

"Phase 1, thoughts, complete. Phase 2 beginning in 1 2 3, Phase 2 in process." The intercom announced, in a monotone voice. I cried unknowingly. They cord was sending a poison to my brain. I couldn't physically feel it but my mind was get sensors of waves and terror. I cried screaming in fake agony, arching my back, and banging my fist in pain. I didn't feel anything. The sensory went on, the cries and screams seemed to come to no end. My thoughts were begging for the voice to speak but it refused to come.

"Phase 2, pain, complete. Phase 3 beginning in. 1. 2. 3. Phase 3 in process, please close your eyes. Relief struck over me. I close my eyes, ready to drift off but memories keep flooding my mind, ones my mind doesn't quite recognize. One was of me as a child, I had no childhood. Another of a mother holding me, I have no parents. They continue to implant them in me, making it harder and harder for me to determine if they existed. The last one ended, showing the emotion of love. I have never felt love.

'Phase 3, intelligence, complete. Phase 4 beginning in 1. 2. 3. Phase 4 in process. Phase 4 didn't last long. Only in seconds was it over. No sensory, images, of thoughts. It just ended.

Phase 4, body, complete. Phase 5 beginning in 1. 2. 3. Phase 5 in process. A wave of emotion swept through me. Anger, sadness, happiness. I felt them all rushing by me in seconds. The speed of my heart and the mentality of my mind kept changing. Swaying back and forth. Causing a mental dizziness. In out my body changed through fear, nervousness, and pride. Each one only lasted 5 seconds. Excitement, loneliness, jealousy. Fear again and groggy. All came.

Phase 5, emotions, complete. Test score complete. Door opening.

It was a test? A test to determine what? Was I being ranked, or graded? Was I suppose to do well? Am I going to be affected by the results? Did I do well? I want to know. But I must not ask.

A male nurse walks in and unlatches the cord. He moves me into the wheel chair and pushes me out. I was bleeding out the back of my neck, it was soaking the back of my gown. They didn't cover it. It healed after a few minutes. They eventually replaced the gown and got me ready for therapy.

"Right.' A therapist told me. I moved my left leg forward. "No, your right." I moved my right leg forward."Good, now your left." I moved my left again.

"Repeat." I followed. Holding onto the bars."Keep going." I kept going. Stumbling as I went. "Now come back." I slip as I turn myself around. The therapist came over to me. She was in a white body suit. It was completely slick around her body. A black stripe on the right side down the front was the only contrast. Her hair was red, neatly and completely pulled back into a pony tail. She smiled as she helped me up.

"Your walking is doing well. It will only take a week to get you on them fully. Just take the pills and you should be okay," she said helping me walk back. We tried several times getting me to walk but I never made it far. I kept slipping and whamming my rear against the tile. Eventually the male nurse barged in and took me out.