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Perphektion Kode - chapter 1

Updated on March 5, 2013

The ceiling is white.

For some reason, this registers before anything else does.

The walls are white too. No, not walls. Curtains. They sway gently as the sounds of footsteps quickly walk by. I hear a machine lightly beeping. Without looking I can tell that it is measuring out my heartbeat. That confirmed that I’m still alive.

Strange…I feel like I shouldn’t be.

This place feels like a hospital. But somehow I know it’s not.

I try to look around, however my body is too still.After a second attempt it seems like too much effort and I content myself by just staying still. A weak groan escapes my throat, only to catch and send me into a small coughing fit.It’s painful. My mouth is unbearably dry.

What happened?

I think back on it. The memory is too hazy to make out. It makes my head heart and my stomach does a back flip. The harder I try to remember, the worse it gets. I feel like heaving but I doubt I have enough strength to even do that. My entire body aches just breathing.

“Are you awake?” an unsure voice asks. A blonde girl -17 or 18 years old, I think- appears at my bedside. Her azure eyes are locked on me.

“Water,” I croak, holding back the urge to cough again.

The young woman’s lips turn into an excited smile. “Amazing!” she exclaims. She moves out of my line of sight, and I hear her call out, “Dr. Eccard! Come quick! The soldier guy is awake!”

When she returns, there is a middle aged man in a lab coat with her. He flashes a pen light in my left eye. Then my right. I cringe away. The man smiles gently and replaces the light into his coat pocket.

“Welcome back Roy,” the man says.

I’m sure he is talking to me, but I have no idea who Roy is. My name is…

My head pounds as I try to remember. What is my name? Is it really Roy? That doesn’t seem right.

“I…” I have no idea what to say. My voice is raspy and my throat feels full of sand.

The man looks to the girl and says, “Go get him some water, 17-8.”

“Ok.” And she leaves.

There is a humming noise and the bed moves me up into a sitting position. I can see the room more clearly now. Just as I had guessed it would, it strongly resembles a hospital. Except I know it isn’t. The equipment is too low tech. You might call it archaic even.

“My name is Dr. Greggory Eccard,” the man says, drawing my attention back to him. He flips through some papers on a clipboard. “Do you remember who you are?”

I shake my head ‘no’, but he is not looking. The movement hurts, but not as much as it did. I figure my neck is beginning to get used to moving again.

Dr. Eccard glances up from the clipboard when he doesn’t hear an answer. “No?”

I shake my head again.

“Oh. Well…” he flips to the first page on the board and reads, “You are Roy Roger Smith. Age 20. Occupation – an NUSA soldier from the Mechanical Operation division.” He looks to me. “Does that ring any bells?”

I shake my head yet again. This person that he says is me doesn’t sound familiar.

“Good.” He says as the blonde girl pulls the curtain back. She is carrying a plastic cup of what I hope is water and a cloth. The doctor sets aside the clipboard. “I have other things to see to. 17-8 will take care of you from here.”With that, he leaves.

The girl sits on the edge of the bed. The cup is pressed to my lips and cool liquid enters my mouth. It is water! Very stale water. It tastes weird too. But I reallydon’t care too much at the moment.

My throat clenches at the sensation of drinking, as if I had forgotten how. Luckily I quickly find the rhythm again and take the cup from the girl, greedily chugging away until every last drop disappears.

“You’re gonna drown if you keep drinking like that,” the blonde says. She takes the cup and dabs my face with the cloth.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply, finally able to use my vocal cords. This earns me a smile.

“My name is 17-8, but I like to be called Analise.”

‘Seventeen eight? What kind of name is that?’ I wonder. It sounds like a name for an android. This girl has too many facial expressions though. There is no way she is an android.

“Nice to meet ya Analise. I’m…” I trail off.

“Roy,” she supplies.

“Yeah…Roy.” I suppose using this name for now won’t kill me. I yawn, beginning to feel drowsy. I shouldn’t feel tired, after just waking up.

“I drugged the water,” Analise says.

Ah. That’s why.

She pulls the thin blanket up over my shoulders. “We have about seven minutes before you are asleep again, so I’ll tell you quickly. Starting tomorrow you will have physical therapy. You know, to get your body fully functional and all.”

Ok, sounds reasonable. Who knows how long I’ve been lying here like the dead. I close my eyes, readyfor the drug to take full effect. I’m not a big fan of foreign substances in my body, but right now I don’t care. It feels good. Just like drifting lazily on water.

Analise isn’t done.

“I’ll have a mechanic stop by in the morning to get you oiled up and ready.”


Wait, what?

My eyelids are so heavy at this point that I have to force them open. Analise is moving towards the curtain and talking over her shoulder, as if she hadn’t just said something totally weird.

“Once your new parts are calibrated properly, we can get you moved into a living space.”

I have no idea what she is talking about, and the drug is taking over quickly. The blonde slips out. My eyes are closing on their own. My mind is getting hazy.

“Oh.” Analise pops her head back in, smiling warmly. “And welcome to the Compound.”


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    • iviskei profile image

      Kyou Capps 6 years ago from In your computer, stealing your internet.

      Thanks Rehana!

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      Rehana Stormme 6 years ago

      Amazing...Eagerly waiting to know what happens next! What did they do to him? Is he an android? Wow, I can't wait for part 2! Your writings are very good, Iv. Keep up the great work!

    • iviskei profile image

      Kyou Capps 6 years ago from In your computer, stealing your internet.

      Thanks! And thanks for reading~

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      shea duane 6 years ago from new jersey

      can't wait for part 2