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Volt Begins

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Is this my chance? Can I finally get out of here? If they’re willing to help Kr will they help me? I just need to move. Move my legs and run after them, follow them. Why are my legs heavy? Why can’t I move? Why am I scared? Isn’t this what I wanted? Don’t I want to leave? Please wait for me!? I’ll run.....eventually.

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Cold..cold is usually the first thing I feel when I crack open my eyes. The drip drip of an I.V is a sound I've grown very accustomed too. An endless trail of blue happens between my arm and the plastic bag. Everyday Im surrounded by men and women trapped in their white lab coats and gloves. This whole building smells like a doctor's office, but the last thing this place is doing is saving.

Only for small amount of times I’m in my room, but for most of the day I stay strapped to a metal table. Some of the "doctors" spoon feed me and help me drink whatever beverage they feel like giving me. One time it was just a flat pepsi from someone's car. For the rest of the day I'm tested on. Physically and mentally. The blue drug they inject me with used to be unbearable causing my body to react by seizing aggressively. I would foam at the mouth and give myself a concussion by thrashing side to side on the table. Now the drug is more like pins and needles and occasional jolt as my reaction.

 

Speaking of jolts, today was testing day! Finally they’re gonna let me go apeshit! Where have I heard the phrase before? I have no idea. A female doctor starts to release the hinges around my legs and ankles. “Project V please prepare yourself for transport.” Finally! Once I sit up I start rubbing my wrists and try to get the sweat off them. “Thanks Lisa, I was starting to get a cramp. It’s Dr. Mosby project V, please refer to me as such.” I walk towards the door and Genomorph is waiting for me. “Got it! Only Mosby no Lisa.” The Genomorph activates my inhibitor collar and walks through the door. I already know to follow it, “bye Lisa we’ll talk later, I want to hear about your son’s graduation!” I take one look back over my shoulder before the door closes, the last thing I see is Lisa sigh and grab a digital pad.