The Clone Apocalypse by Kent Steven L

Author:Kent, Steven L. [Kent, Steven L.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-11-25T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

I had placed a few prisoners on incapacitation cages during my career, and now I regretted it. This wasn’t just storage, it was torture. I knew the electricity would paralyze me, but I didn’t realize how it would feel. The electricity made my muscles contract, stiffening my arms, legs, and back. I lay on the gurney with my legs out straight and my arms by my side. It didn’t matter that the muscles were tired, I couldn’t move them.

I could talk, and I could shut my eyes. I could flare my nostrils, hold my breath, and furl my eyebrows. Everything else was just a memory.

Even above the pain, it was the helplessness that bothered me most. Thompson, the soldier who told me about Terraneau, came in to tell me stories about torturing clones. He brought his lunch in with him one day, placing his sandwich, chips, and apple on my stomach, knowing I couldn’t manage enough movement to shake them off.

At some point, one of the guards released a couple of flies in my cell. I heard him enter the cell and unscrew the lid, but he stood behind my table. I couldn’t turn to see who did it.

I should have been grateful; he could have brought a wasp or yellow jacket or an entire hive of bees; I wouldn’t have been able to stop him. He released a couple of chubby little house flies that buzzed around the cell until they spotted me.

I never saw them except when they hovered over my eyes. They darted in and out of my vision as they explored the room. Eventually, they realized that the only thing of interest was me, and then they approached, circling like sharks.

Every time the surgeon changed my drip, he scrubbed me with some pungent disinfectant which drove the flies from my arms. I had socks on my feet and long pants, but my face was uncovered. They must have landed on my table and on my body, but I couldn’t see or hear or feel them. I had no means to shoo them away. I yelled and tried to blow at them when they came near my face, but landing on my stomach or legs and walking around unchallenged, the flies soon realized they had nothing to fear.

Not covered by clothing, my face was the only edible thing in the room. The flies landed on my cheeks and walked over my nose and lips. I blinked my eyes furiously when one of them strolled over my cheek.

At some point, the flies found something more interesting than my face. Eventually, they went away entirely. I don’t know if they died of old age or escaped, but they disappeared from my life.

Along with the filaments in my neck, the doctor had plugged an intravenous drip into my arm. Now that I had a U.A. saline drip poking my arm, I realized that the doctor down in the Territories must have placed some kind of narcotic in saline, something that left me drowsy and relatively cheerful as well as hydrating me.

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