A loud voice emanated from everywhere at once, taking you both by surprise and causing Rachel to cling on to your arm, a slip of character she quickly rectified. "WILL SUBJECTS REMAIN STATIONARY FOR PRECURSARY SCAN...", the voice said. It wasn't a powerful voice but neither masculine nor feminine which gave it an eerie vibe. You and Rachel remain rooted to the spot, too terrified by this voice to move even if you wanted to. The box had split from its centre into three parts, two smaller ones on top of a central large block, with a bright white light pouring out of the newly opened core. A small metal pole rose silently up out of the middle of the block, stopping once it was about a meter from the top. A pinprick of light was to be found at the top of the pole, peering into it, you notice it seems to be glinting but the rate at which it did so was getting faster. The light was also getting brighter and now it was like somebody switching on and off a torch really quickly.
After a minute, the pole randomly decided to retreat back into the box, the dissappearance of which was accompanied by the voice. "SCANNING COMPLETED, SUBJECTS: HUMANOID. PROCEED TO NEXT STAGE." You and Rachel are still too scared to move at being trapped in the lunch room, seemingly by this box, and then apparently subjected to some sort of scan. Managing to tear your gaze away from the box, you slowly turn your head to see Rachel, whose eyes flickered towards you, a look of terror in them "What do you suppose 'the next stage' is?", she asked.
"I'm not sure, and I don't know if I want to find out", you reply, turning back towards the box. The metal on the box seemed to have acquired a purple hue while you weren't looking, and the designs which adorned its surface looked to be twisting round forming ever more complex shapes. Like the flashing light had done before it, the speed at which the patterns rotated and intertwined increaced to a break-neck pace before stopping suddenly. The box went back to its silvery self and yet again the voice boomed "PSYCHIC LINK ESTABLISHED. SPECIES IDENTIFIED: HUMAN - SENTIENT. LOCATION IDENTIFIED: PLANET - EARTH. REQUIREMENTS MET. SUBJECTS IDENTIFIED: ADAM OF THE BANKS FAMILY. RACHEL OF THE YATES FAMILY. SUBJECTS LOCKED. SUBJECTS BOUND. DNA NUCLEOTIDES REWRITTEN. GIFTS RELINQUISHED. EXPERIMENT HAS BEGUN." The box then started to fade away, a loud creaking suggested that the iron pannelling was retreating away from the windows and doors. Just as the image of the box was just a ghost, the voice returned "HAVE A NICE DAY.", it then promptly disappeared.
Turning to Rachel, you try to say "Well, that wasn't weird...", but as soon as you see her eyes, which are also looking at yours, a burning sensation in your forehead dropped you to the floor, Rachel had also fallen clutching her head. Unable to stand the pain any more, you black out.
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