The Test 2: Finally Free

Finally Free: Revelations

“Here you go Tes, its you’r medical book” she said gently, placing a green coverd book onto my glass table. “listen, I’ve got to go meet my partner now but I promise I’ll come back later ok?” she said, looking to me to answer. However I barely heard her, my heart was pounding as I stared at my medical book. The book that had all of my operation lists in, the book that had all of my information.

The book that contained my life.

For a full hour I stared at the book. I wasnt going to read it, it would only make me upset, it would only make me scared to die.

The book stuck out like a sore thumb in my blinding white room, tempting me to read it. would I feel happy anbout dying when I knew nothing about my past? About my parents? My brain had a mental battle with itself.

I read it.

My mother was called Eve. Her name was an acronym like mine. It stands for Electrogenesis Venenation Experimant, basically saying that she was an elecctricity meater for how much elecricity can go into a persons body.

I read how many electricity tests she had to go through each month, how they not only tested her for electricity but also a ton of other things like they do to me today.

 My father, on the other hand, was called Lee. That too is an Acronym for Leptometer Electroscope Experiment. He was special among the test subjects, he was not only tested for mesuring how much oil cound go into his body, but also to see how much electricity could go into another persons body. Thats how he met my Mother apparently, when they were forced to do a test together, a rare thing down here.

I read how my mother and fathers reproductive cells were taken and used to form me in a petri dish, to make the perfect medical test subject, rather then the insane tests they did to my parents.

I was then put back into my mother via an operation and she was forced to carry me for a whole 9 monthes before her time came. I looked to the side at the doctors notes, something small and scribbled was on them.

Subject keeps singing to child, patting stomach and begging for the child to be set free when it is born. Words of song are as noted:

Cose your eyes, my child

The sun is going down

You'll be alright, My darling

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light, My sweet Flower

You and I'll be safe and sound

Leptometer keeps yelling to see mother and child, he attacked one scientist today and had to be sedated to calm him down.the scientist is now in a coma with a brain tumour from the blow of a fist and an altas book.

My eyes brimmed with tears as I turned the page. I thought my parents hated me, I would hate it if a child was forced upon me but it seemed they blamed the scientists, not me. it seemed that they actually wanted me, that they were in love from that experiment they did together. They loved me and thier wish for me to be free was never granted.

The next page was a mess, full of ink stains and messy doctors notes in short hand, almost as if someone had been writing fast, recording evreything that was happening around them.

It was about my birth.

EVE crying out, no time to give her an epidural or put her under, contractions came a week early. EVE still refuses to take off the bolt around her finger.

Bolt? Had my father given a large bolt from a robot to my mother in the experiment chamber as a symbol of this marriage thing upsiders do?  

Child heart rate getting faster, almost time before the child breeches.