text: When I awoke, the only thing I sensed was a dull throbbing and the cold steel of a table under me. After a few minutes, I was able to force my eyes open. Surrounding me were dozens of computer screens, all buzzing with red text. As my eyes struggled to focus I noticed a large symbol on the ceiling of the room, that appeared to be some sort of triangular tesseract. As my eyes finally adjusted to the low red light of the room, I noticed that all of the computer screens repeated the same four lines. ***5 7 5 44 5 7 5*** ***Exanimis Manibus*** ***4 7 44444 7 4*** ***Freedom is Death*** Soon after this, I heard several footsteps approaching the door of the room, which seemed to be a panel of the wall that could be opened, but had no control panels inside the room. Although I heard many people, no one seemed to enter. After a few more seconds in the dim room, I heard a quiet hissing. I noticed a thin fog started to appear in the room. My thoughts began to make less sense, and my mind grew more unclear. I felt utterly retarded, and like I couldn’t even complete a single idea in my brain. A loud buzzing noise had started that sent stabs of pains throughout my body. A few more minutes of this helpless state and my vision went completely black, and I believe I fell asleep. *The blackbird flew high above the snow-covered trees. All around it, delicate snowflakes slowly fell to the ground. It appeared to be around early evening, just before sunset, but no sun could be seen. The blackbird soared up towards the bright white clouds, and down to nearly the tips of the trees. This continued for what may have been minutes, hours, or even days. It suddenly seemed alarmed and dived down toward the trees. It found a place on the tallest branch and looked toward the forest floor. There was no life to be seen. The blackbird then noticed a small red and black object lying between two trees. As the bird swooped down towards this object, a clear panic was growing in its small body. The object was a blackbird, identical to the blackbird in flight, mauled nearly in half and covered in crimson blood. As the blackbird looked at it confusion, a buzzing was starting to grow in the forest. All of a sudden, the snow in the forest took on a different shade, of dark red. The buzzing grew to an almost unbearable volume and the bird began to shake violently. The entire forest was now dark, dark red* And I woke up shuttering from a strange dream that made no sense to me. My senses were dull, and I had no clear idea of where I was. As I opened my eyes, my retinas adjusted to the dim red light of the room I was in. All around me were large screens with four lines of text that I felt like I was slightly familiar with: ***5 7 5 44 5 7 5*** ***Exanimis Manibus*** ***4 7 44444 7 4*** ***Freedom is Death*** I started to hyperventilate, as I briefly understood(or remembered) what was happening. I was in the same room as before on the same cold steel table surrounded by the same ominous computer screens. I had not a single clue who I was, or where I was from, or even who my parents were. There was only fear to keep me company on my cold bed. I laid trembling, staring into the red screens for what felt like an eternity before anything changed. The buzzing began again. The second after I had heard it, my eyes rolled back into my head and my body went numb. Nothing made sense once again. And I soon lost consciousness. *The blackbird flew high above the snow-covered trees. All around it, delicate snowflakes slowly fell to the ground. It appeared to be around early evening, just before sunset, but no sun could be seen. The blackbird soared up towards the bright white clouds, and down to nearly the tips of the trees. This continued for what may have been minutes, hours, or even days. It suddenly seemed alarmed and dived down toward the trees. It found a place on the tallest branch and looked toward the forest floor. There was no life to be seen. The blackbird then noticed a small red and black object lying between two trees. As the bird swooped down towards this object, a clear panic was growing in its small body. The object was a blackbird, identical to the blackbird in flight, mauled nearly in half and covered in crimson blood. As the blackbird looked at it confusion, a buzzing was starting to grow in the forest. All of a sudden, the snow in the forest took on a different shade, of dark red. The buzzing grew to an almost unbearable volume and the bird began to shake violently. The entire forest was now dark, dark red* **II** *( This Chapter goes into third-person omniscient )* The man with the yellow armband enters the laboratory filled with several other people, some in lab coats and some wearing protective equipment. As soon as he is noticed, all conversation and activity in the lab stop. “Where is Dr.Thule?” the man asks the group of people. A woman in her late 40s quickly walks toward him. “I am here,c-can I help you?” she asks. “The commander wants an update on the status of your research. Now. ” he replies as he pulls out a small device that he raised toward her face. “He is listening presently.” “Well, we have learned that the pineal gland of the patient is deteriorating, after just two uses of the Temero. We have also been able to completely hijack his cerebral cortex after phase two was performed.” After waiting several moments to ensure she was done speaking, the man pressed a button on the device. “The commander wants full control of the pineal gland by Sunday. I will be back.” The man nods toward the doctor, and swiftly exits the lab. One younger lab assistant breathes a sharp sigh of relief, and they again return to their typical duties. “Status report on the subject’s memory formation.” Dr. Thule tells an older man. “We have convinced his brain that the year is 2019, and he was born in a small town outside of Monterey in the western United States. He also believes that the world is mostly at peace and that mutual-assured destruction has kept the world from war. We are now beginning to fabricate family, friends, and more details on his upbringing. His actual age and name have been released to him, so he should have much less tension in his frontal lobe.” The doctor knew this would allow for better control over the subject’s brain. “We are prepared to wake him up for trial three on your order.” another scientist says. “Alright, I want him up in five.” **III** *(Now it's back to first-person)* When I regained consciousness, I at first couldn’t open my eyes. I laid on the cold table and felt too exhausted to even comprehend what was happening to me. I thought of my friends, and my family back home and soon began to shake with the realization that I may never see them again. I had faceless captors, and I no longer could even tell I was on Earth, much less that I was anywhere near my home. Soon I realized that even though my eyes were closed, I felt as though I had a sense of what was around me, down to the finest detail. It was a feeling unlike anything that I could think of and is not something that could be described easily. From this sort of vision, I was able to tell there was still a small amount of what appeared to be a certain kind of smoke. This smoke was apparently odorless, and could only be recognized as the red light emitted from the monitors shown across it. The monitors still blared the same lines as they did when I awoke last time. I now had a better idea of what was happening, as I was convinced that I must have been abducted by some sort of advanced aliens or something of the sort. I would soon learn I was incorrect. My eyelids were finally able to be forced open, and I was surrounded by the same scene I expected to see. Once I looked into one of the monitors I felt a surge of ominous energy enter my brain. This soon was overwhelming to me, and I began to scream as information passed through my brain. I felt as if I could identify the molecular structure of everything around me, as well as the details of every single memory I had in my mind. Suddenly, I felt something dripping down my forehead, obscuring my vision. After a few milliseconds I sensed this was my blood, and as I began to identify and analyze it, my brain shut down completely. The noise had started. My vision went black and I was greeted with a familiar vision. *The blackbird flew high above the snow-covered trees. All around it, delicate snowflakes slowly fell to the ground. It appeared to be around early evening, just before sunset, but no sun could be seen. The blackbird soared up towards the bright white clouds, and down to nearly the tips of the trees. This continued for what may have been minutes, hours, or even days. It suddenly seemed alarmed and dived down toward the trees. It found a place on the tallest branch and looked toward the forest floor. There was no life to be seen. The blackbird then noticed a small red and black object lying between two trees. As the bird swooped down towards this object, a clear panic was growing in its small body. The object was a blackbird, identical to the blackbird in flight, mauled nearly in half and covered in crimson blood. As the blackbird looked at it confusion, a buzzing was starting to grow in the forest. All of a sudden, the snow in the forest took on a different shade, of dark red. The buzzing grew to an almost unbearable volume and the bird began to shake violently.