Sci's Datapad

Light.

The infant's eyes opened for the first time. The light was deafening. Sound permeated his tiny head. As his consciousness stirred, his birth-slumber faded, the little one tried to voice his opinion of the bright, ear pounding new world. His cries were silenced. As he tried to utter his first guttural sounds, he realized that he was underwater. Encapsulated in an inorganic, transparent tube. The liquid surrounding him was viscous and slimy. He then re-focused his eyes on the minuscule breath mask with air-hose leading to the top of the of his birth-capsule. Panic pounded in his intricate, infantile heart. He slowly struggled to free himself from his gooey chamber. His muscles surged with adrenaline, his mind quickened. Finally he swam his way to the cold, hard glass that confined him from freedom. Suddenly, hunger pulsed through his core as his consciousness began to fade again.

The infant awoke once again, this time to pleasant sounds drumming through his vat. As he once again opened his eyes, a sentient being appeared outside his glass womb. The being smiled as his eyes creaked. The flowing voice vibrated through the cage again, "Why hello, little one." the beings face sobered slightly, "We'd thought we'd lost you. You are special indeed. You are SP 01/1116. I foresee you will serve us well, should you live through training. We shall see." The being then resumed its neutral facial stance and gracefully moved to the cylinder adjacent to SP 01/1116's. SP 01/1116 could no longer make out all the sounds, but faintly detected, "... it is a pity..." only the sound of the liquid in his vat was heard for a short time, "... not survived, though you were the most radical of the SP series of experim..." the eerie, empty sound of the cylindrical, glass womb again made SP 01/1116 deaf to the outside, but he hardly noticed. His memory and consciousness faded.

Liberty.

Several days later, SP 01/1116 was released from his watery prison. His mask was removed and pure air filled his lungs, burning his air-chambers as it sliced through his being. At last he could make his discomforts known. He unleashed with a vicious battle-cry, expelling the hurtful fumes he had just inhaled. But suddenly, before he could begin to feel the satisfaction of being heard for the first time, he was violently struck across the pure white table onto the cold, light drenched floor. Pain exploded through his core. Blood oozed from his small, round nose. Anger, fear, and uncontrollable weeping leapt from his heart and filled the room. A harsh voice cracked at a painful volume into the walls, "Silence, larva!" A robotic voice, unlike any SP 01/1116 had ever heard then percussed into the scene, "Doctor Vxu, be more careful with the specimine. The larva are very delicate at this stage." A rather large, metal scoop gruffly lifted the new-born and dropped him on the table again. The first harsh voice arose, but less fierce and in a calmer tone, "What you experience in this room will only last a short time. You bred for this data and no other purpose. I need to know why and how you lived." A long syring entered the SP 01/1116's torso. Darkness again seized the consciousness of the infant...


... To Be Continued...