I was startled by the grim prediction, so I didn't immediately notice G.A.I.A pod filling with a strange,clear liquid but within less than a minute the entire pod was filled, leaving me submerged and frantically fighting my instinctual desire to hold my breath. Once I'm breathing normally, I see small metal rods extending from hidden compartments all around me, I turn to move my head but find I can't. My whole body feels fuzzy, like a I can't make a connection with my muscles in my mind and couldn't remember how to manipulate them if I could.

A small mechanical arms filled my vision and I felt it's cold metallic touch upon my chest and legs before feeling that strange pressure move along my back.

The feeling intensified, stopping just shy of painful, but not so much that I can ignore the constricting sensation.

Suddenly, the metal arms retracted and I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that the metal rods seem to have sprouted dozens of needles. Frantically, looking around, the cold terror that comes with the expectation of pain sobered up my muddled thoughts, but it was useless. I couldn't move anything now, barely even able to blink and the only sensation in my whole body was the pressure of the bindings and the sporadic feeling of the clear liquid lapping at my numbed skin in slight waves,

Suddenly the rods seemed to jump forward and stab themselves into my biceps, chest, back and behind each of my knees.

My dulled muscles spasmed like reflexively and my heart leapt with the sudden primal fear off pain but that only served to show how deep the needles had penetrated, the sudden movement produced a sickening bone grinding sensation that travelled from my extremities to the base of my skull.

The needles themselves were only the beginning, they seemed to pour ice cold fire into my flesh and my vision dims in an out as I feel my body convulse again and again.

I lose track of time, more injections come through, pain follows, after that the air in the masks began to taste like rust and I found my head cleared slightly, but that only sharpened my mind to the sensation of pain.

A thick green liquid began to pour into the pod, and that was when the pain becomes truly excruciating. I managed to shift my gaze towards my arm where I can see the liquid flowing across it. Every square inch of skin looked mottled and bulbous, with small mounds of white skin and a myriad of thick black circles dotting nearly every inch of what I could see of my body, but when the green liquid touched upon it, I saw the source of this new agony. Small lumps of fat and pus formed over the bulbous regions of my skin where the green liquid touched, they sickly white hues tinged yellow by the nightmarish concoction. Almost immediately they burst outward, leaving clumps of the thick mixture floating around the pod in a symphony of expulsions followed by small bloody streaks as my skin was reduced to tatters.

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The cavities left by the exploded pustules were like small burning brands across my skin, which made me almost thankful for my inability to move as even the slightest motion of my body from the small current around me was enough to ignite pain across a dozen different wounds.

Slowly I became aware that the liquid around me was starting to become clearer again. I can only assume that there was some kind of filter within the pod that was cycling out the lumps of bloody grease.

As this happened I felt my muscles begin to sluggishly respond again contracting to my will as long as that was my sole focus.

I started to turn my head but I almost threw-up from the pain as I felt a gash around my neck and shoulders flare up. I managed to swallow the bile down, but sadly I realised that it some point during the agony, I lost control of my bowels. Shifting position, I painfully realise that my underwear seems to be gone, maybe removed without my knowledge or dissolved like the rest of my dignity in the green liquid.

Steadily, all the filth accumulated within the pod was cycled out to be replaced by a familiar clear liquid and with it, a relief like none other, dulling the pain across my ravaged form with an icy balm.

Although painful, it was so far removed from the agony of before that I could only describe it as pleasure.

I could move again, but I found that the metallic restraint were still firmly in place.

Slowly I moved my gaze back down and saw that there is one final needle, unmoving and seemingly aimed directly at my groin.

I a sudden panic, I thrashed around, but was unable to move.

The small hyperthermic needle began to move slowly, slightly adjusting it's course as it went.

I can't move away, not in these restraints, even though I'm no longer paralysed.

I grimace and look away.

A painful stabbing and a rush of blood swelled around my groin and triggered my first erection, my skin stretches and almost tears with the untested growth. A slow building ache began to form and I felt a fumbling primal thought of release echoing in the back of my mind, but to no avail. The pain and ache continue, the unnatural selection taking place within my body, burning with a hundred chemicals that it has barely encountered before now.

I scream into my mask and feel the vibration along my throat, tearing at my oesophagus with rage and pain and shuddering tears.

I have no control

My own body, mind and very desire is not my own.

I have no control and must suffer my scrambled souls indignity.

All I am is a memory, a passive observer to all that is happening around me and that will never change.