RE: Abducted
09-22-2017, 08:00 PM
"YOU HAVE 15 SECONDS TO COMPLY." the robot, or G-Model, or whatever, states. As ashamed as you are to admit it, you might as well follow his instructions. Looking at those clawed hands of his gives you a reminder of your powerlessness in this hellhole.
"OKAY!" you scream at it. "You win! I'm going to go to bed, alright?" You leap into your bed to get away from the robot. You bury your body underneath the covers, leaving a bit of space open for you to look at your guard-his eyes go from yellow back to white, and he puts his arms down,
"Subject 77 is thanked for it's cooperation," he says to you in the monotone voice again. Without turning his back on you, the robot steps back into his original position and stands there, motionlessly, never taking his eyes off you.
Damn that robot! You wish you had the tenacity to tell him to stop referring to you in the 3rd person, and to stop calling you an 'it,' but you can't. There are still many things that are blank in your mind, but you don't think you've ever had much courage.
And what's going to happen to you the next day? The thought of it makes you feel nauseous. You turn your body so you don't have to look at that robot for now, shutting your eyes because you'd rather be in total darkness than looking around at your prison. You know for a fact that you're not gonna get any sleep, at least, not for several hours.
But there's no good in keeping on feeling sick. You've got to think of something, anything, that will calm you down.
"OKAY!" you scream at it. "You win! I'm going to go to bed, alright?" You leap into your bed to get away from the robot. You bury your body underneath the covers, leaving a bit of space open for you to look at your guard-his eyes go from yellow back to white, and he puts his arms down,
"Subject 77 is thanked for it's cooperation," he says to you in the monotone voice again. Without turning his back on you, the robot steps back into his original position and stands there, motionlessly, never taking his eyes off you.
Damn that robot! You wish you had the tenacity to tell him to stop referring to you in the 3rd person, and to stop calling you an 'it,' but you can't. There are still many things that are blank in your mind, but you don't think you've ever had much courage.
And what's going to happen to you the next day? The thought of it makes you feel nauseous. You turn your body so you don't have to look at that robot for now, shutting your eyes because you'd rather be in total darkness than looking around at your prison. You know for a fact that you're not gonna get any sleep, at least, not for several hours.
But there's no good in keeping on feeling sick. You've got to think of something, anything, that will calm you down.
Hello, Eagle Time!