The science of the future (long as hell, but if you don't read it you'rea bitch) (446 hits)
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Submitted by User10030 (View user info) at 2004-09-14 19:26:24 EDT
My hands and feet are bound to the cold metal table underneath me. The fluorescent white lights that hang above my head cast a sterile light down onto my body. I try to look around the room, but an invisible harness holds my head. The room smells like disinfectant, like a hospital.
The table doesn't feel so cold underneath me anymore; my body is warming it up. I inhale deeply through my nose, hold it for a second, and exhale slowly. I do this several more times. The slow, rhythmic breathing has a claming effect. The table is almost exactly the same temperature as my body now, it would feel comfortable if it would give a little.
I can sense someone behind me. I strain my eyes to see, but it's impossible. If I could only move my head.
I give up on trying to see the figure behind me, and survey the room. Everything seems to be made of stainless steel, immaculately polished. There are instruments of some sort, but what they are, I have no idea. The silence of the room is broken by one of the machines, which continually creeks and ticks with no clear pattern or rhythm. The noise is bothersome, but the silence that would fill the room without it would be maddening.
The table feels warmer than it should, warmer than my own body could make it. It must have heating coils in to make it more comfortable for me. If they were worried about my comfort, they could have put some sort of pad on it. The creaking machine makes a new sound, a ding, and the table gets hotter. It's become quite uncomfortable now, I wish I could get up.
Ding! The machine sounds again, and again, the table gets hotter. I now have to rock my body, alternating my weight between my legs, buttocks and back. Can't who ever is behind me see my efforts? Why doesn't he do something?
Ding! My efforts to keep my body off the Heated metal become more frantic. I can only leave a section of my body on the table for a brief while before the heat becomes unbearable. Why doesn't somebody o something? Why don't they let me up?
Ding! "Oh God!" I cry out in pain, but get no response. The smell of burning flesh fills the small room, drowning out the disinfectant. Every time I lift a portion of my body, I can feel flesh tearing off. I'm screaming, and writing, trying to keep as much of my body off the searing metal as possible, but it's futile.
Ding! Slowly, the pain fades from my body. The smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils as I gasp for breath, then let my breathing slow, eventually returning to normal. I slowly stop rocking my body as reality returns to me.
"Another dream sequence doctor?" A female voice asks.
"Not yet, just tranquilize him" the voice sounds old, full of wisdom. I've heard the voice before ... Before the injection that led to that horrible hallucination.
"Reverse electrolysis?
"No, lets see how he reacts to some older medicine. Inject him with a diazepam, Thorazine mixture 70/30."
"Diazepam and Thorazine?"
"Yes, I want to see how his body reacts to a chemical depressant."
The nurse comes into my field of vision, walking to white box in the corner of the room, with a monitor resting on top. She pushes buttons, then drawer opens. She pulls out a glass container, pushes a needle though the top, and drawing the liquid out."
"Please ... No ..." I try to beg. The doctor places a reassuring hand on my shoulder
"Don' worry son" he says comfortingly "You're doing great things for science. " I feel on the soft underside of my elbow, then nothing. I feel like I no longer have a physical body. I'm still aware of what's going on, but am unable to respond. I want to ask them to let me go. Beg them. I can't take anymore of this. But I can't. I can't do anything but listen.
"Docile as a lamb" the doctor says jokingly to the nurse.
"Doctor, won't the thorazine effect his dreams? Will the experiment be compromised by adding another variable?
"Not at all dear. We're trying to look into his subconscious. If anything, the thorazine will make the dreams more vivid. This could be our best chance yet to see what's going on in that primitive head of his."
"Not to question your judgment doctor, but I used to take thorazine in the pharmaceutical craze, before I entered med school. I remember having some dreams that didn't make any sense at all."
"Didn't they? You see dear, when you dream you are actually bombarded with images from your subconscious. Your brain tries to make sense of what it's seeing, and so forms them into dreams. The reason your dreams didn't make sense was because your brain was slowed from the drug, and couldn't piece together everything, and so, it formed a jumbled mess.
"I see doctor. Also, you referred to him as primitive, but aren't we very similar? I mean, we taught them our language, and integrated them into our society."
"Well ... yes and no. It's true we both evolved from the same species, Homo sapiens, but due to genetic divergence, forced genetic divergence, quite an accomplishment actually, he's a completely different species from us. You see dear, some five hundred thousand years ago, the Homo sapiens ruled the planet, and they were as curious as we are. They eventually devised the greatest experiment of their time, they divided the species. A great amount of land, the island now known as Riglesia, they used to call it ...Australia? Something like that. Anyway, the entire island was set aside for one group of Homo sapiens to inhabit, completely separate of the rest of the race. You see, That was right after the great technology boom and those that chose to live there, were the ones opposed to technology, and believe me, there were a lot of them at the time. They lived a life much closer to nature. They became bigger, stronger, but didn't develop mentally while the other group, the ones that would eventually evolve into us, continued to become more and more intelligent, but physically, we became weaker and weaker. Well, as the two groups of Homo Sapiens drifted apart, they stopped procreating, and eventually, couldn't procreate! The genes had become so separate, that any offspring they produced would be fertile."
"We can't procreate with them?" The nurse asked timidly.
"No, that's one of the great mysteries. But it seems we have what I like to call an 'evolutionary echo' where our subconscious still considers some of their traits to be attractive. You see, generally, you're not suppose to find another species sexually attractive because what is considered attractive in one species, isn't considered attractive in another. But, our two species are so closely linked, that many sexual characteristics are present in both species, V shaped muscular upper body, bright, shiny eyes, even the pheromones we release are similar. That is quite remarkable considering that even sub-species usually aren't considered attractive."
"I see what you're saying" the nurse said, she was now leaning over me, staring into my eyes, but I was barely aware of her, my mind was bathed in euphoria. I could feel my breathing slowing now, and consciousness was becoming slipping further and further away.
"Doctor? Is this a normal reaction to the injection?"
The doctor grabbed my eyelid and pulled it back, I felt no pain. He shined hi pen light into my exposed eye, but I was unable to respond.
"How much thorazine did you give him?"
"Umm, 35 mg valium, 15 mg thorazine, I was counting on the synergistic effect to boost the effects."
"Hmm, he must have had an allergic reaction. He's not responding to any stimulus."
"Shall I flush his blood stream?"
"No. Go start up the incinerator and bring me subject c-13. And be quick about it, I want to get in a couple more sequences before lunch."
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Submitted by miss_behvn (user info) at 2004-09-15 20:52:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 says it all
fuck those idiots ||
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Submitted by Smithstudd (user info) at 2004-09-14 20:37:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Its a good thing mom sucks as bad as this story
Submitted by Inigo_Montoya (user info) at 2004-09-14 20:07:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This was boring. Completly untrue. And while you may be a homo sapien, I'm a homo sapien sapien.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-14 19:32:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Here's another 2 because I really liked this, and to pay you off because I am linkwhoring to my own Sci-Fi story http://www.ubersite.com/m/43104
I've never linkwhored before. Sorry.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-14 19:30:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool.