A room full of white coats run around in a room with monitors on every wall, showing almost incomprehensible images. Some are graphs with lines crisscrossing one another, some are simply pictures that show blood cells, and some display information about the proportions of different unspeakable chemicals. On one side of the room is a one-way mirror that shows a single raised white platform surrounded by half circle arches that supply information to the monitors. Scientists run around like mad, making sure that all the equipment is working appropriately.

The head of all these scientists is Dr. Morris Michael with the nickname MM. He appears rather worried as he keeps walking back and forth on the spot while making sure everyone is doing what is supposed to be done. Before he could make another round, the door to the room opens.

Four people walk in with another scientist leading in the front. Although he could be said to be a scientist, he wears casual clothes such as a checkered sweatshirt, and jean pants. He appears to be more ready for a family meeting than a big experiment. The name of this person is Dr. Jeffrey Hander, another head scientist.

The person who followed him in is frowning as if he is reliving another disappointment. Wearing a formal black suit, he has two agents at his sides which helps his appearance as a senator who funds this organization called OTRA- Outside Threat Response Organization. His name is Hank Gifore.

He speaks in a depressed tone to Dr. Hander and Dr. Michael. “Do the both of you know how many of these experiments I’ve been to that have ended in failure? I’ll tell you, eight hundred and fifty seven. Eight hundred and fifty seven kids dead due to bodily explosion and poisoning. Do you know that if a single portion of this organization was made public, my ass, and many others, including yours, would be in the electric chair? If the next three experiments do not have a single success, that is guaranteed to happen to us.”

The two head scientists have very solemn expressions when Dr. Michael says while trying to sound reassuring. “You don’t have to worry Senator, this time, I think we have found the perfect subject.” He hands a clipboard to Hank Gifore who subsequently gives a puzzled expression.

“How many times do I have to tell you people, I can’t read this crap?”

Hank Gifore shoves it back to Dr. Michael who coughed a couple of times before he starts explaining. “The subject this time is the last of the twelve set of terra. Terra-Twelve. He is male, nine years old, abducted from the local hospital in the state of Dakota when he was one years old after we found that his genetics perfectly matched to our standards and conditions. His family were taken care of soon after.” When he saw Hank’s complexion sink, he skips forward a bit. “We placed him under the LAMO program- language, arithmetic, memorization, and obedience. All of which were personally taken care of by Dr. Hander. I also overviewed all of his biological adjustments and minor experiments personally. He showed excellent progress under both programs and can execute commands on point while retaining his emotional quotient. His immune system has also been disabled. This was made due to the failures who either died from the mid-pass process and the post-process, with the rejections that occurred. Senator, I believe that we have created the perfect candidate for the bio-psyche-morphis.” Dr. Michael finishes his report with a smile.

Hank Gifore silently shook his head, “All of this just to create the perfect walking psychic bioweapon. Great. You even create a speech that sounds similar to every other one.”

“Uh, this way Senator.” Dr. Hander awkwardly extended a hand to the one-way mirror.

“Let’s get this over with.”

……

Today should be my turn, right? When are they coming? Am I going to disappear too?

I sit on my bed with my knees huddled to my chest. The cool air that comes from the ventilation vent above my head, is said to be clean, or at least that was what I have been told by the people in those white suits. They only come here to change this bag that hangs over my bald head or to bring me out there to one of their rooms. The rooms are always full of things called needles and other things called screens that read my blood pressure among others. They say that I am sick with something, but I feel fine. Although sometimes I faintly feel like there is something inside of me, but I’m told to ignore.

There used to be other patients in the rooms next to mine, beyond the walls. At least I think they were patients like me. We would knock on the walls to play games and even created our own language, but they’re gone now. I’ve been told that they were cured, but I don’t feel that is right. When I ask, the faces of some of the doctors change, like they were holding in a secret.

Even if the doctors did something to them, I can only follow what they say. That is the only thing I can do.

Seems like they’re here.

“Hey buddy. Today is a big day for you.”

The nurse walks in with the same white suit and beckons me to go with her. My body moves on its own and my extremely pale hand clutches her glove. Other nurses and doctors wait in the hall and silently follow after us as we walk.

“Why is today a big day?” I ask.

The nurse jovially answered. “We’ve found a cure for you and are going to give it to you.”

It’s a lie.

Even though that is the thought that comes, I can only walk along.

We finally come to a wall and the nurse raises her index finger to touch it. A portion of the wall moves out and then slides up, revealing a room with a cluster of equipment orientated towards a single center platform.

I find that the center had a pole-like extension coming out of it with an upside down V design. This was to hold patients so that their body was fully exposed and that blood flow remained in the arms. The nurses direct me to move in front of it.

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You can’t.

The nurse who brought me here lightly pushed me forward as a doctor stood in front, waiting for me move to the center so I can be strapped.

You can’t do that.

A terrible feeling rose inside of me, but my body still followed their instructions.

No.

Soon enough, my arms, legs, head, and chest are strapped to it. My body trembles and it finally makes some movements to resist the restraints before the familiar doctors’ voice comes from the intercom. It is Dr. Hander.  

“Terra-Twelve, I need you to behave.” My body suddenly stops resisting, completely out of my control.

Don’t listen!

“We have a special visitor with us today and he wants to see you get better like me and Dr. Michael. I guarantee that you will feel better after this is over.”

He always lies! Don’t listen! Don’t listen!

My body still doesn’t budge, even with the internal voice yelling non-stop. Since the time I had the first injection, this voice always intermixed with my thoughts. Strangely, occasionally it cried out saying ‘I’ or ‘you,’ but it also did it with the utmost intensity, like it is trying to get passed a barrier. The effort it put in though, wasn’t enough. My body, and most of my thoughts always stayed with the doctors instructions.

“We’ll begin the preparations. The time is 6:30 p.m.” Dr. Hander’s voice stops and the several nurses and doctors move around the machines. They hook up cables and write something on the tablets that some of them carry around.

One of the doctors came up in front of me with a needle that glared from the light. “This will only hurt a little bit.” He says.

He brought the needle to the side of my temple and it slowly enters. The pain is faint, but the pressure that it causes, makes me wince. He did the same thing to the other side of my head, to my joins, spine, sternum… He finishes and says hazily, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

My entire body feels numb and my vision is fuzzy with my eyelids dropping. I can only hear the sounds of their distorted footsteps.

“Terra-Twelve, I need you to remain conscious.” My fuzzy vision becomes clear again. I look at the opposite wall that I know that they are watching me through. “When you hear that voice talking to you when the machines activate, don’t repress it. Free it from any constraints. Blink once to show that you understand.”

I blink as he says.

What is he up to?

“All of you need to evacuate the area.” The doctors and nurses practically ran through the way we came in. The wall quietly closed behind them. “The preparations are done. The time is 6:43 p.m.”

We need to get out of here.

We? I think in a confused manner. That is the first time it ever used ‘we’ before.

“We’ll begin the introductory process. The time is 6:44 p.m.”

The machines hum and begin to spin around the platform. As they accelerate, I feel a pulling sensation on my skin. I close my eyes as they feel like they are being pulled out. Pain seems to ripple across my entire body and my ears pop. I clench my jaw to keep it closed from the suction, but it feels like it isn’t enough. I can feel something warm flowing out of my nose and ears before my body starts to shake even more like I’m going to vomit.

“Blurgh.” My stomach lurches and I retch a few times before a hot liquid that tastes like iron comes out of my mouth.

I’m sorry, but I’m not allowing us to die here. The voice sounds heroic as my stomach calms down. The warm fluid also stops flowing from my ears and nose.

“Introductory process completed. The time is 6:55 p.m.” Dr. Handers excited voice echoes from the intercom. “We’ll begin the mid pass process. Toxin assimilation. The time is 6:55 p.m.”

Toxin? I see what they’re doing now. I’m afraid they want me to be fully integrated to you. The thoughts are easier to hear as they come.

I open my eyes just in time to see several needles with a black substance jab into my skin. I can only watch as the fluids drains from them.

Although you won’t be able to hear what I say if you agree or not, because of what you have to do or you will be dead. I need you to come to a decision and a promise.  

The black color visibly moves into my veins from the injection points and I lose any feeling to those parts.

The decision has to be made now. It is whether or not you are to join with me completely. If you do so, they may use you for as long as you aren’t killed. You already know the pros and cons of this.  

Yes. A single thought grew from my mind.

The black lines submerged themselves under my skin, but the feeling of my skin returned.

“The mid pass process was a success! The time is 7:03 p.m.! We’ll begin the post process. Brain deconstruction! The time is 7:03 p.m.!” Dr. Hander voice is so excited that it shakes.

The machines around me start to buzz and hum with rising octaves. They seem to pass through my ears and directly into my mind.

The promise that I need you to comply with is a simple one. You just have to promise that you will be without their control. If you can’t promise this, then I won’t be able to help you.

I can’t hear or feel anything except for the thoughts, humming and buzzing as they consumed my entire world. My legs and arms no longer exist. My heart, eyes, and head no longer exist. It is just the sound and several thoughts that don’t seem to come from myself.

I know that it is difficult because of their brainwashing, but I need you to agree to it! I don’t care if you suffer a relapse in the future, I need an answer right now with your full intention. At least there would be hope! I’ve constantly tried to reverse what they’ve done, but you only heard bits and pieces of what I’ve said because of their control. Hear me and say something for once!    

I… agree. Through the intense sounds that fracture my mind, these two thoughts floated through the bits of my consciousness.

Abruptly, the sounds coming from the machines stop, and my mind is clear.

“They’ve finally forced us.” That voice that has always been within my thoughts echoes from beside my ears.

My eyes open to see a transparent blue snake floating, circling around me. The straps that supported me were gone, but I am held by an unseen force.

There is no sound coming from the intercom, but I think that someone is yelling from it. I can’t be sure.

“Do you want to destroy them and everyone like them or go someplace else?” The snake whispers gently.

“I want to go somewhere else.” For some unknown reason tears flood out of my eyes. As if, the family I’ve never seen welcomed me into their home out of the cold with cheers and celebration. “I want to be as far away from here as I can get.”

“Okay. After this, we won’t be able to hear one another for a time, but it shouldn’t be for too long. Like before, I’ll always remain beside you.” The snake gives one last glare at the wall, before it flashes and my body falls to the ground covered in leaves.