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Written for Chiaroscuro's Writing Extravaganza, Again event.
The first part of this story by Overlord_Aqua_2 and the second part of this story by lyliaa.
And below is the third part of the story.
The classroom suddenly filled with green smoke that quickly cleared up. I remember feeling relief but I can’t remember exactly what made me nervous in the first place.
After a few moments, one of the children to my right turned to me with almost robotic stiffness and movements and said in an unnatural voice without any emotions: “Hey, my name is Jason, do you want to be my friend?”.
This was no random memory it was the first treatment that they said would help me since I was a ‘high risk’ kid because of my parent’s history.
It was also the first time I met Jason. It was the first time anyone from that class interacted with me.
Suddenly darkness engulfed me once again.
Okay back to looking for the phone. I search the wooded floor of my living room on my knees, still without any sight. I keep bumping into my coffee table and other furniture.
Again no phone anywhere.
Damn it must’ve slid into my bedroom after I dropped it.
It’s not possible to have gone any further right?
As I touch the cold tiles of my bathroom suddenly another memory strikes me with yet another clear vision.
A room filled with cubicles, and smelling of toner and printer ink, an underlying smell of coffee penetrates the room like every single person had a cup in the morning that’s now finished. This was my first day working with The Corporation and I was always confused why they had tiled floors in an office. I guess just some unusual interior design.
The cubicles were filled with young adults. I glance at the people working next to me and I see Jason.
“Hey, hard day at work, huh?” he asked. It wasn’t like in the previous memory, there was no robotic stiffness, no precise and unnatural movements. Just Jason being my best friend and trying his best to cheer me up.
“Yeah as they say the first one is the hardest” I replied with a slight chuckle.
“Well, maybe I can take you out for a drink after we’re finished here” he asked me in the most sincere way possible.
Then I felt like I lost control of my own body and with robotic precision and stiffness I turned around to face him fully and said in a really unnatural way: “I am sorry but I do not consume alcohol”
“Oh the doc, didn’t help you that much, did he?” he mumbled to himself and turned back into his cubicle just as my vision went black again.
That damned phone must be here somewhere. What’s worse, Jason must have thought something happened and must be worried sick, but it’s just my stupid clumsiness that made me lose my phone.
The first part of this story by Overlord_Aqua_2 and the second part of this story by lyliaa.
And below is the third part of the story.
The classroom suddenly filled with green smoke that quickly cleared up. I remember feeling relief but I can’t remember exactly what made me nervous in the first place.
After a few moments, one of the children to my right turned to me with almost robotic stiffness and movements and said in an unnatural voice without any emotions: “Hey, my name is Jason, do you want to be my friend?”.
This was no random memory it was the first treatment that they said would help me since I was a ‘high risk’ kid because of my parent’s history.
It was also the first time I met Jason. It was the first time anyone from that class interacted with me.
Suddenly darkness engulfed me once again.
Okay back to looking for the phone. I search the wooded floor of my living room on my knees, still without any sight. I keep bumping into my coffee table and other furniture.
Again no phone anywhere.
Damn it must’ve slid into my bedroom after I dropped it.
It’s not possible to have gone any further right?
As I touch the cold tiles of my bathroom suddenly another memory strikes me with yet another clear vision.
A room filled with cubicles, and smelling of toner and printer ink, an underlying smell of coffee penetrates the room like every single person had a cup in the morning that’s now finished. This was my first day working with The Corporation and I was always confused why they had tiled floors in an office. I guess just some unusual interior design.
The cubicles were filled with young adults. I glance at the people working next to me and I see Jason.
“Hey, hard day at work, huh?” he asked. It wasn’t like in the previous memory, there was no robotic stiffness, no precise and unnatural movements. Just Jason being my best friend and trying his best to cheer me up.
“Yeah as they say the first one is the hardest” I replied with a slight chuckle.
“Well, maybe I can take you out for a drink after we’re finished here” he asked me in the most sincere way possible.
Then I felt like I lost control of my own body and with robotic precision and stiffness I turned around to face him fully and said in a really unnatural way: “I am sorry but I do not consume alcohol”
“Oh the doc, didn’t help you that much, did he?” he mumbled to himself and turned back into his cubicle just as my vision went black again.
That damned phone must be here somewhere. What’s worse, Jason must have thought something happened and must be worried sick, but it’s just my stupid clumsiness that made me lose my phone.
| Credit | Overlord_Aqua_2 for part 1, and lyllia for part 2 |
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