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The Lab
Our test monkey escaped from our lab on Monday but neither of us thought much of it. We could get as many monkeys as we wanted, the government wouldn’t care. The only people that seemed to care were the protesters but they don’t have much say in the matter. Long haired hippy freaks. Everything on this earth is a beautiful son or daughter of mother earth and father sky. Give me a break. Those are usually the naturals, why would you want a surprise like that.
I mean, I don't want to break anything but it would be nice if my partner did. Not saying anything bad about him. Well maybe I am but it doesn’t matter. He is a stubborn pig headed fool. Miles. Dr. Miles, how cliche. The common brown haired blue eyed American boy. How boring. He probably left the cage open. He probably left it open on purpose because he's scared I might live up to him and everyone will be looking and listening to me instead of him.
I sit at home on a Wednesday night brooding over the attack on my career. A dark room is the perfect place to fantasize over the things that you wouldn't dare say around people. The darkness feeds your fear which fuels your imagination and emotions. You shouldn’t think too much around people either. Some are specials. Government agents that can read your mind and censor your thoughts. If they mind anything truly disturbing they take you to away. Most people don't come back from away but if they do they are vegetables. Their minds drained with every moment of their life searched through.
I like the way I look in the mirror while I light my candles. The soft light bouncing off my hard face, faint glow it gives my eyes. Brown. How cliche, I told my parents how much I hated them every single day while I grew up. Asked them why they couldn't have picked beautiful features. From all my time with the monkeys I found my answer, ugly creatures cannot create beauty.
The monkeys sure know alot about being ugly. They shed from our test vaccines going from fluffy beasts to ugly shriveled aliens. Their skin smooth and oily and their pitiful faces sticking out from behind the bars of their cage.
I had just developed the new vaccine that was ready to test on Sunday, I was planning to come in early the next day so I could study my patient. Eager I was eager, this was going to change everything. Forget the small town medical labs this was going to take me to the top, it was going to put my name in the books for god sake. Every future medical student would study me, I would be showered in praise and respect and even the amazing Dr. Miles would bow down in acknowledgement of what I had created.
Maybe then I could enjoy the flame of respect and praise which would light my face. It would light my path to greatness. He left it open.
They would have if he didn't leave that cage open. Allowing 6 hours for “Jeffrey” to escape. A stupid name for a stupid monkey. It’s probably running wild with the herpes monkeys attacking tourists and wasting the joys of my research until it gets eaten or shot. Or eaten after its shot, foreign people eat some funky things.
He left the cage open. He was jealous of my research and he must have snuck in right after I left and opened the cage. The bastard was probably smiling while he did. Those stupid puffs of brown hair in front of his eyes. My blood curdles and my fists tighten. Red blood dribbles and my eyes roll back as my nails slice into the palm of my hand. He opened the cage. The giver of life starts to drip down my hands and wrists dying them a deep shade of maroon. Cosmic arries replace the red light flash in my eyes when I realise I'm not breathing. My lungs plead for me to let them out of the sucicide hold but I let them suffer. He did it. The cosmic colors stop swirling and the world goes black. He did it.
When I walk in the next day I'm ready for a fight pleading for something to be wrong so i can let my inner bitch out and fuck up some bastards.The office workers, Miles, anyone really could be suject to my rath this morning.
The hallways are bright with the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. The smell of disinfectant and monkey in the air. I close my fists to hide the bandaids and walk quickly with my head down.
The light is interrupted by a shadow bouncing across the wall. Shadow puppetry, how cute. The grin crosses my face too bad I have a thing for shadows. Catching them that is. My smile spreads across my face as I realize our dear friend Jeffrey was still with us. Well, with us for now. That vaccine wasn't the best thing we could have made but it might work for now.
Racing down the hallway I turn the corner and see the monkey trying to unlock the door into. We got him now. The doorknob jingles but stops before the door can click open. Stupid monkey. I run over and grab him under the arms and swing him around to face me.
I'm not holding a monkey. I'm holding my now tiny, hairy lab partner. I let go of him in confusion and he falls to the floor. Only when he hits the floor, it isn't my partner, it's Jeffrey the Monkey again. Jeffrey doesn't move when he hits the ground, just lays there slumped in the corner by the door. Violent jerks shake the body before it falls motionless on the floor. Shaking my head I grab my keys and stick it in the door.
Pushing down on the doorknob a thin stream of panic runs through me when the door handle clicks. I just locked it. Wasn't it locked already, wasn't my partner, no no no I mean Jeffrey wasn't Jeffrey just ripping at the door? I must have been mistaken because I just locked it so it must have been open.
He was found crammed in Jeffrey’s empty cage. Fuck why do i call that stupid animal by his name. No, not his, its name, its nickanme, its dumb nickname from the brillent Dr. Miles the great. How ironic, the great man is found in the cage of his brother. I would say from another mother but I highly doubt it. I mean his face always looked like one of the little bastards to me.
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My eyes flutter open and I'm back in my own cage. The police didn’t believe my story, that I never touched him but even when I went away they didn’t believe my story. The machine must have been acting up because it’s supposed to be our most advanced piece of technology. It’s never wrong but yet it was wrong in their case.
Apparently I’m not a scientist, just an insane stuttering mess of a human being who thinks the government can read your mind. Your run of the mill serial killer who started with her husband before committing several over brutal murders across the coast of California. They tell me that there is no machine, but I know there is. The specials are just waiting for me to confess to something I didn't do.
It’s time for the machine again though I’ve already been through it. It can’t make up its mind of what my fate will be. Should I be released to somewhere or should I stay in away. That seems to be the only question in the world.
I stand in the box of glass staring at the people looking in at me as if I am the monkey. I’m not a monkey, I’m not Jeffrey. Yet they still stare. I make eye contact with a blue eyed woman and she looks away with puddles of tears spilling down her wrinkled skin.
The room goes silent and suddenly everyone is looking at me. My eyes roll back and my beautiful vision returns to my blessed eyes. I’m so lucky to see these beautiful swirls of color. The bring peace to my mind and blood to my hands. They took the gloves off before I entered the box on the promise I wouldn’t start the swirls, but who was I to listen to my captors? The blood flows and brings peace and I know they are all staring at me in awe unable to look away. My chance, my chance, my chance.
I need to share my gift, it must be shared with these people especially the brown hair blue eyed old woman with the tearstained wrinkled cheeks sitting in the front row of many. My lip curls into my mouth and I bite it. The more life the better. The better.
I break my trace with a moan. I move my palms against the glass.
Monkey and Miles. Science. Vaccine. Blood. Swirls, Color. Machine. Life. Jeffrey
All carefully lined below the last one. Science has taught me to be careful, the slightest mistake could ruin months of research. Life is flowing down my lips. My fingers spread it into a smile that crosses my cheeks to my ears. So beautiful I am now.
She stays.
How wonderful, the guards tell me I get to visit all of my old friends. Whoa this is gonna be so fun.
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The chair I sit in is cold and the straps are tight. The cloth around my head constricts my face and my hands are now clothed in a dandy new pair of gloves. They have a blood stain but I don't mind. It's a sign of the past life. They shaved all my hair off the top of my head but I don't mind about that either. I never liked the color anyway. Blonde. Too cliche for me.
I can sense the other people in the room, the tension buzzes in my head and I want to escape to my happy place but in addition to my gloves they cut my nails. They said I will get to go to a very good place and that I will have so much fun going there it will make up for my swirls. I damn sure hope so. They better too. They better too.
The lights in my eyes start to flash and tingles run through my body as it jerks against the straps that hold me to the machine. Here I come guys.
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I mean, I don't want to break anything but it would be nice if my partner did. Not saying anything bad about him. Well maybe I am but it doesn’t matter. He is a stubborn pig headed fool. Miles. Dr. Miles, how cliche. The common brown haired blue eyed American boy. How boring. He probably left the cage open. He probably left it open on purpose because he's scared I might live up to him and everyone will be looking and listening to me instead of him.
I sit at home on a Wednesday night brooding over the attack on my career. A dark room is the perfect place to fantasize over the things that you wouldn't dare say around people. The darkness feeds your fear which fuels your imagination and emotions. You shouldn’t think too much around people either. Some are specials. Government agents that can read your mind and censor your thoughts. If they mind anything truly disturbing they take you to away. Most people don't come back from away but if they do they are vegetables. Their minds drained with every moment of their life searched through.
I like the way I look in the mirror while I light my candles. The soft light bouncing off my hard face, faint glow it gives my eyes. Brown. How cliche, I told my parents how much I hated them every single day while I grew up. Asked them why they couldn't have picked beautiful features. From all my time with the monkeys I found my answer, ugly creatures cannot create beauty.
The monkeys sure know alot about being ugly. They shed from our test vaccines going from fluffy beasts to ugly shriveled aliens. Their skin smooth and oily and their pitiful faces sticking out from behind the bars of their cage.
I had just developed the new vaccine that was ready to test on Sunday, I was planning to come in early the next day so I could study my patient. Eager I was eager, this was going to change everything. Forget the small town medical labs this was going to take me to the top, it was going to put my name in the books for god sake. Every future medical student would study me, I would be showered in praise and respect and even the amazing Dr. Miles would bow down in acknowledgement of what I had created.
Maybe then I could enjoy the flame of respect and praise which would light my face. It would light my path to greatness. He left it open.
They would have if he didn't leave that cage open. Allowing 6 hours for “Jeffrey” to escape. A stupid name for a stupid monkey. It’s probably running wild with the herpes monkeys attacking tourists and wasting the joys of my research until it gets eaten or shot. Or eaten after its shot, foreign people eat some funky things.
He left the cage open. He was jealous of my research and he must have snuck in right after I left and opened the cage. The bastard was probably smiling while he did. Those stupid puffs of brown hair in front of his eyes. My blood curdles and my fists tighten. Red blood dribbles and my eyes roll back as my nails slice into the palm of my hand. He opened the cage. The giver of life starts to drip down my hands and wrists dying them a deep shade of maroon. Cosmic arries replace the red light flash in my eyes when I realise I'm not breathing. My lungs plead for me to let them out of the sucicide hold but I let them suffer. He did it. The cosmic colors stop swirling and the world goes black. He did it.
When I walk in the next day I'm ready for a fight pleading for something to be wrong so i can let my inner bitch out and fuck up some bastards.The office workers, Miles, anyone really could be suject to my rath this morning.
The hallways are bright with the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. The smell of disinfectant and monkey in the air. I close my fists to hide the bandaids and walk quickly with my head down.
The light is interrupted by a shadow bouncing across the wall. Shadow puppetry, how cute. The grin crosses my face too bad I have a thing for shadows. Catching them that is. My smile spreads across my face as I realize our dear friend Jeffrey was still with us. Well, with us for now. That vaccine wasn't the best thing we could have made but it might work for now.
Racing down the hallway I turn the corner and see the monkey trying to unlock the door into. We got him now. The doorknob jingles but stops before the door can click open. Stupid monkey. I run over and grab him under the arms and swing him around to face me.
I'm not holding a monkey. I'm holding my now tiny, hairy lab partner. I let go of him in confusion and he falls to the floor. Only when he hits the floor, it isn't my partner, it's Jeffrey the Monkey again. Jeffrey doesn't move when he hits the ground, just lays there slumped in the corner by the door. Violent jerks shake the body before it falls motionless on the floor. Shaking my head I grab my keys and stick it in the door.
Pushing down on the doorknob a thin stream of panic runs through me when the door handle clicks. I just locked it. Wasn't it locked already, wasn't my partner, no no no I mean Jeffrey wasn't Jeffrey just ripping at the door? I must have been mistaken because I just locked it so it must have been open.
He was found crammed in Jeffrey’s empty cage. Fuck why do i call that stupid animal by his name. No, not his, its name, its nickanme, its dumb nickname from the brillent Dr. Miles the great. How ironic, the great man is found in the cage of his brother. I would say from another mother but I highly doubt it. I mean his face always looked like one of the little bastards to me.
…………………..
My eyes flutter open and I'm back in my own cage. The police didn’t believe my story, that I never touched him but even when I went away they didn’t believe my story. The machine must have been acting up because it’s supposed to be our most advanced piece of technology. It’s never wrong but yet it was wrong in their case.
Apparently I’m not a scientist, just an insane stuttering mess of a human being who thinks the government can read your mind. Your run of the mill serial killer who started with her husband before committing several over brutal murders across the coast of California. They tell me that there is no machine, but I know there is. The specials are just waiting for me to confess to something I didn't do.
It’s time for the machine again though I’ve already been through it. It can’t make up its mind of what my fate will be. Should I be released to somewhere or should I stay in away. That seems to be the only question in the world.
I stand in the box of glass staring at the people looking in at me as if I am the monkey. I’m not a monkey, I’m not Jeffrey. Yet they still stare. I make eye contact with a blue eyed woman and she looks away with puddles of tears spilling down her wrinkled skin.
The room goes silent and suddenly everyone is looking at me. My eyes roll back and my beautiful vision returns to my blessed eyes. I’m so lucky to see these beautiful swirls of color. The bring peace to my mind and blood to my hands. They took the gloves off before I entered the box on the promise I wouldn’t start the swirls, but who was I to listen to my captors? The blood flows and brings peace and I know they are all staring at me in awe unable to look away. My chance, my chance, my chance.
I need to share my gift, it must be shared with these people especially the brown hair blue eyed old woman with the tearstained wrinkled cheeks sitting in the front row of many. My lip curls into my mouth and I bite it. The more life the better. The better.
I break my trace with a moan. I move my palms against the glass.
Monkey and Miles. Science. Vaccine. Blood. Swirls, Color. Machine. Life. Jeffrey
All carefully lined below the last one. Science has taught me to be careful, the slightest mistake could ruin months of research. Life is flowing down my lips. My fingers spread it into a smile that crosses my cheeks to my ears. So beautiful I am now.
She stays.
How wonderful, the guards tell me I get to visit all of my old friends. Whoa this is gonna be so fun.
………………………………………………………………….
The chair I sit in is cold and the straps are tight. The cloth around my head constricts my face and my hands are now clothed in a dandy new pair of gloves. They have a blood stain but I don't mind. It's a sign of the past life. They shaved all my hair off the top of my head but I don't mind about that either. I never liked the color anyway. Blonde. Too cliche for me.
I can sense the other people in the room, the tension buzzes in my head and I want to escape to my happy place but in addition to my gloves they cut my nails. They said I will get to go to a very good place and that I will have so much fun going there it will make up for my swirls. I damn sure hope so. They better too. They better too.
The lights in my eyes start to flash and tingles run through my body as it jerks against the straps that hold me to the machine. Here I come guys.
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