2-12-20013
{My Home}

I open my eyes, looking out into the dull white and gray haze of the room. Maybe I was dreaming, it certainly felt like I was, from the mild numbness and warmth in my fingertips. What do I dream about? The fact that I was asking myself this was unnerving; clearly I dream about-
Maybe I didn't know the answer, maybe the thin black masses that now made up my fingers which never really touched each other despite my efforts had me questioning, [i]am I blind?[/I]
It was all lucid in ways, looking down and seeing the rest of where my body should be and seeing only a pitch blackness in the vague outline cascading across blurry distorted material. My movement caused soft clicks and scrapes like smooth flatware against itself.
Where and why never factored into the question.
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The sheet over the bed in the cell shuffled, laid across 73 the way one would draw a sheet over the dead. Fingertips dragged along the fabric as a voice popped on softly over the speakers in the room. "Doctor, its aallliiiive!" a female voice playfully shrieks before an 'oof' as whoever was speaking was pushed out of the way. "Yes, well, good morning, 73! Testing will resume momentarily, please do not resist" The doctor spoke, typing a few things before continuing. "The assistants will be there shortly with your gown in the meantime" the voice concluded, leaving the room in silence, the mass under the sheet having sat up by now. After a few moments its head tilts as it chirps, "Sef-enty...Threy?"
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3-8-2014
{My Chamber}

I don't like the assistants; jostling me around, making me feel weird like something was on me. Although, I suppose it was better than the tests. I mean, they were good about being polite, even while drilling into my arms. The light, though...have I always hated like? It really seems so, but why don't they understand it hurts? It hurts one day just as much as it hurts the next. It makes no sense and I've made a point to explain that they were being rude...
The new ones are better about the light.

The Doctor, whose name I never asked, chased the assistants out, grumbling something about how little they actually assist before checking the usual, asking the same questions. Hair sample, say 'ah', does this feel hot (it did, by the way), 'have you heard anyone saying anything out of the ordinary, potentially directed towards staff?'
I had long since resolved myself to silence, certain they didn't really care what I had to say, even about the broadcast over the speakers about an hour ago. What did the doctor have to lie to me about? Everything was routine and they let me know what they were doing. I don't know why but-

A response? Soon after the doctor left, I could have sword I heard someone else. They weren't as confident as the doctors. Who were they?
I let out a click of my teeth, searching the room for anyone before climbing onto the bed, close to the speaker. Soon there were so many replies. Others? The thought had never crossed my mind that there were more. One spoke of a blackout, and then it was quiet.
Were they asking me? Was it for everyone? Could the others hear? This event sparked something inside me which I didn't have the word for at the time, but had come to know as 'hope'.
"Heh-hello?" I whisper, worried someone I couldn't see knew what I was doing. I didn't know what to say, all of their ideas about juice and what sounded like an animal. Figuring I could at least be polite to those who knew what was going on, I tried to introduce myself; "Sefenty Threy. I...hrm" again unsure where to go from there. It was something to talk to, and the idea of the cell being opened interested me. "I caaan hellppp" I offer
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73. Most of what came up were incident reports and opinions about termination, first-hand accounts of accidents a few pictures of the confused subject dressed as a maid with a few female assistants making faces and taking selfies. The rest were chemical compounds and the lead scientist's name along with projected weaponization theories about the compound being added to dirty-bombs.