The room was silent, bated breaths all ‘round, looking at the researchers I felt fear, fear and anticipation, a weird mix. Clothed in only the finest white silk gown, clothed in clothes for the dead, pristine, spotless. If this went well they said it’d be painless, If this went badly, I fear to think what. Taking out a needle, a guillotine, taking out a needle, revolution. Something which could change the world, or my life… I had been prior locked in wards of kinds, in a hospital yet closer? Death row. I felt more like one consigned to quick death, Incurable, as good as a cadaver, Curable, they then told me, fool was I. The room was still silent, my thoughts fast, quick. A million miles in a second, yet it felt like my heart was eve’ faster. The needle came close to my arm, tremors… I could feel tremors from my sickly heart. My body started to move, shaking fast, the researchers started to move, restrain. I was not afraid, I was bound to die; is a small chance not better than stillness?
I met my two eyes with a researcher, the needle plunged into me, pulsating. Something was pulsing from within my arm. From my veins to my heart, then out again. Something had changed, the movement of the air?
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The air felt lighter, incomparable, There is no way I could miss the strangeness… Was I not wracked with pain every breath? Was I not going to die to this thing? I looked down at the needle, it was gone, the strange solution which once laid inside, it was present, now... now inside of me. I looked up at the researcher again, my eyes no longer blurry from my age, as if I could have always seen clearly… and in that moment I felt it, fear… joy? What surprised me were not those emotions, Instead the act of sensing them like so…
I was different. Never again sick. I’m different. Never again human.
“I could feel it, the epoch of my era. Never again I tell you… a catalyst, a catalyst for change and bright. Gold. Hope. Never again will I feel powerless.”