No one to talk to. There is nothing to do when you are stuck in the dark. Aaaaaaargh. I've had enough! I have been laying in this god forsaken prison for a long time. I can't move and there is no one for company. A week. Two weeks. Who cares. I was never a talkative person, but this takes that to the extreme. At least, I do not need to eat. I can not imagine how I was going to survive otherwise. Occasionally, I'll drift into a wall.

Everything is slimy and wet much to my chagrin. Back when I was alive, I avoided anything moist. When I was at the age of nine my older sister would shove a soapy sponge in my mouth. This was obviously done when my parents weren't around and I was being less than “agreeable”. I still shudder when I think back to those days. She announced it was pavlovian training. I likened it to child abuse.

I am definitely larger than when I arrived. My mind is clearer which had been sort of “fuzzy” during the beginning of the great darkness. I had done things on Earth but couldn't quite understand them. Animals lack much of our “prefrontal cortex”. Could that be the reason?

Thinking about animals. I had a cat when I was young. The mean scratching demon had somehow gotten stuck in my closet, unbeknownst to my family. We left on a trip to Yosemite national park. When we got back, the cat was half dead. It definitely had a vendetta against humans for the rest of its life.

Oh, the lights turned on. ‘Ohhh God no’ I thought looking out of my prison. I was in some sort of glass vat. It's shocking enough to discover you have to re-live being a baby. It's even scarier knowing you're some sort of fucked up fetus experiment. The room was lined with many baby fetuses. I could see an endless amount of cylinders filled with the gross little bastards. Two men in lab coats were walking past me. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to get their attention, as I currently couldn't move. Not even my eye-lids could blink.

Blah Blah Blah… I could barely hear them speaking behind the glass. It didn't sound like English. It's not like I had been a linguistic major in college, so I didn't bother deciphering it at first.

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The conversation with Baldy and Dreadlocks continued, dragging on. I might as well listen with nothing else to do. I'd like to brag that my I.Q is above average. I could crack the language, right? No? Really, I swear I could… Oh. I listened for another fifteen minutes. Doing so made no difference. ‘If get out of here, I can get a teacher to help me.’ I mentally declared. Whoops. Forgot, I was a fetus stuck in a cylindrical tank. Guess I'll just wait.

For What Seemed Like an Eternity…

Someone's stealing me. My tank was placed on a cart taken by one of those lab coat nerds. No one else, meaning the fetuses, had been taken. At least, I was in for an interesting ride. I wouldn't even mind being an experiment to escape the boredom. Although, I probably shouldn't jinx myself. Turning into some grotesque monster would nix any future chances of having a girlfriend.

I was reaching the end of the room. I probably shouldn't call it a room as ‘warehouse’ is a more fitting term. The white tile flooring allowed the cart to glide across the floor. What was up with that flooring? No one seemed to go for a nice wood floor or some fuzzy carpet. Two choices above the current situation. Those scientists needed to learn a thing or two about furnishing.

We came to a corridor and passed a pair of double doors. Guards with futuristic firearms, were situated between the entrance. They wore a night black armor and closely resembled stormtroopers from the Star Wars Trilogy… I tend to ignore the other movies and pretend they don't exist. That's something that will never change. Only their helmets looked different. They wore helmets which covered their entire face, but had no defining features. The sleek glossy black helmet was flat in the front and slightly protruded near the middle of the face. The suit in general was definitely less derpy than the George Lucas counterpart.

We, the guards, scientists, and your favorite fetus, walked straight until we arrived in an operating room. What can you do to a vat baby? Sharp looking instruments were pulled from a cabinet. I was so excited. Not. Hopefully I wasn't being dissected, and they have painkillers.

I could only describe the room as sci-fi. A robot sat in a corner, powered down. The table was made from solid metal, with a touch interface. Other various liquids and materials were stored on shelves. The flooring hadn't changed. The walls shifted whenever looked at. An interesting sort of optical illusion.

My open house event ended early however. I got poked by a syringe and was lifted out of my home. Judging from the situation, my former prison seemed like a nice place. Man, I was getting sleepy. They injected me with some good stuff. I felt a slight pressure on my skull before I blacked out.