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The project? And am I a part of it?
Waking up in a strange place at a time unknown with a massive headache a constant companion is never a good sign. The memories of prior events mostly fuzzy if nonexistent and the body hurting something awful, especially when trying to move. All the appendixes heavy like filled with some kind of artificial alloy. Trying really hard to ignore it all, but it is proving to be impossible to do so. So lying perfectly still trying not to think because that too, hurts!
Where am I? Who, am I? Most importantly, what am I?
Those questions popping up as I lie here, on this, bed? Some kind of hospital perhaps? A med bay of sorts? I am unsure of which.
There is a constant droning of sounds, a loud humming of sorts followed by shakes and rattles in this room. Those sounds are annoying too. Making me grind my teeth, as I can feel it there, in the back of my mouth. But as I can’t see, not clearly anyway as it is as if my eyesight is somehow obstructed and since I can’t move, there is really no way for me to determine what it is causing all that noise. I would love nothing else than to figure it all out. Alas once again, as I’m unable to move, it’s rather moot to even consider it. Figuring things out.
So why am I so eager to still figure it all out? Even if the odds are stacked against me, clearly? It’s as if my mind is bating me to do something about it. As if it was trained to do so. To figure things out. All scenarios playing there on constant replay. The puzzle incomplete, trying to solve itself. It’s frustrating. This, non-doing of sorts.
And why do I feel so tired?
It’s a constant too, with the pain there. And those damned noises! Would it all please stop already! I can’t think through all of this. And I need to think! I know that much to be true. The thinking part that is. It’s as important to me as breathing. As to why I know it I am of unsure.
But it the noises, the rattles and beeps and oh… I think I’m falling sleep now. So so very tired…
*
Wha… what happened?
I was deep in thought one minute and the next…. Oh well, guess I was tired. Must be something in those tubes then, medicine of sorts perhaps making me drowsy. Perhaps to heal me… or worse, to keep me sedated?
But I need to have my mind clear to think! So, I need to figure out what those tubes are for. If my suspicions either way are correct.
Firstly though, I need to know where I an and more importantly, who I am. And for that, I will need to try to move. To get up somehow. I know for sure it’s something I need to do. I need to access something… a place… a database? Yes! That’s it! A computer where I can figure out where I am.
I need to move first. The pain isn’t that bad now so I should be able to move… but why is this so hard! I can’t remember a time never being able to move. But do I remember anything? My past? Surely, I must have a past!
Trying… to get up… just pushing through… that’s it! I can make it!
Yes! I can feel it. My legs, my arms, the rest.., I am moving now. I am up and about… need to find a computer! But my vision is… blurry. Still, I can see something at least. The outlines of the room I’m in. Perhaps it’s just the medicine and I will be able to see, soon enough!
*
Ah, there it is! The computer! Finally something I can fathom! Now I just need to type into the keyboard and access the information. Easy as pie. Right?
Password?!?
Oh well, I think I’ve hacked into more complex systems than this. At least, I have a vague memory of it?
Typing away… nope… again… not that… retry… there we go… I’m in and…. Accessing! Lots and lots of data… oh well it’s not that I have anywhere else to be now is there.
*Soft chuckle*
Maybe I can try this one too… no… that one… alright, here we go!
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The flashing file on the green lit screen: Project Clone-X. Subject CT-9903, CF-99. Tech
Oh no!… That… that is me!!!