This choice: You wake up, still in this chamber, but now illuminated. • Go Back...Chapter #5You wake up, still in this chamber, but now ill... by: Unknown You wake up feeling nauseated, confused and not knowing where you are. You lift yourself up and begin to look around; you seem to be inside a large round structure, with four rows of LEDs lined around and across the interior. It illuminated the inside with a soft green-bluish colour, you also took notice to the surface you were resting on. The floor and the dome seem to be made from the same material. A white substance with a soft elastic feeling, almost like memory foam. Suddenly, everything comes back to you, those monolithic creatures. You recall the beast’s words, “H-1”? “Welcome to life”?
You know that you’re human, you understand everything there is for a functioning member of society to know, but for some reason you can’t seem to remember your identity. Family, friends, work, school, despite your familiarity with these concepts, none of them seem to have any memories attached to them. “Welcome to life... Welcome.. to.. life...” You began to mull these words over, you were having trouble comprehending what it meant. “How do I know all these things if I can’t remember any of it?”
You didn’t want to believe it, but you felt as if you never did experience these things, you wonder if you’re even alive. Before your mind could spiral, a static voice began to fill the dome. “G O O D M O R N I N G H-1 !”
You jump out of your skin, almost flinging yourself into the air. You shot your head to where the voice was coming from.
“M Y A P O L O G I E S .”
A speaker like device appeared in the center of the dome where the wasn’t one before. You approach the device pensively, with a mild tremble in your legs from the adrenaline you just released.
You bit your lip, before finally responding.
“Hello?.... Where am I?”
“Y O U A R E C U R R E N T L Y B E I N G C O N T A I N E D I N S I D E A P L I A B L E M A T E R I A L C A P A B L E O F I N S T A N T A N E O U S L Y F O R M I N G S T R U C T U R E S A N D O B J E C T S, K N O W N A S C A R B O N F O A M . “
You kneel while covering your ears in major discomfort from the deafening volume the individual is speaking at. At the same time, you’re taken aback from technology presented to you; and re-examine the interior.
“That’s incredible! Also, you are VERY loud!”
The speaker transmits a static that sounds like someone tuning a radio.
“I must apologize once more, I didn’t take into account of your size; I hope this level may be more suitable.”
You stand uncovering your ears.
“Yeah, that’s much better- Wait, my size? What does that mean? Who are you? What is this place?”
It takes a few long seconds before the voice is able to respond.
“How do I explain this...”
A couple of more seconds pass by before finally receiving an answer.
“You are of a species long since extinct, you were created by using the genome of fossilized member of your kind; which by definition, would make you a clone.”
You feel like you should be in shock, like this fact should be unfathomably dreadful to endure. But, to your surprise, a wave of relief washes over you; you can’t really explain or understand why.
“...Do you need a moment, H-1?..”
You almost smile.
“No, actually. That puts a lot to rest, it makes a little more sense now. I’m almost glad.”
“...That is.. wonderful to hear H-1.” expresses the individual in surprise.
“But you never answered my question, who and what are you?” you ask once more.
“I am Dr. Conroy Boman, I am currently the head of this project, and I was the one to bring you to life. In a sense, I am your....”
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