Dramatic Monologue
The sun was an arctic blue overhead as I lay on what appeared to be a dull orange shrub. I closed my eyes for a moment, completely disoriented. Just a moment ago I was in a park, I remember a tugging sensation on myself, then a crushing feeling, before suddenly being thrust into the sky that I see now, completely alien from my world.
Where am I?
The land around me was rather flat, orange shrubbery dotted it, with certain structures on the plant that glowed blue, most no higher than my shin, trees were scarce, with strangely ordered branches twisting around a main trunk along with that same blue structure. Everything was tinted in a bright blue, and if I were so inclined to look at the sun, a stupid proposition back home, I would likely find …show more content…
Something feels wrong.
Wind blew across my face, and colour bled into my sight. Orange, cold arctic blue, faint blue grey and reddish brown. One of my hands clumsily shielded my eyes from the light, before I begun staring at it instead. I could move, I was free! I roughly pushed myself up with both my hands, a lopsided grin spreading across my face.
“Can you hear me?” A voice shook me from my quiet celebration. Oddly, it was a chittering sound with clicks, whistles and screeches, but I intuitively understood it, meaning blossoming in my brain, it was almost like telepathy rather than talking. A sense of dread filled me, and I turned to face the chitinous creature that now sat on a nearby rock. I became aware of the fact that I intuitively knew the universal body structure of the creature before me, as well as various other things, like what made up their shells, what they ate, how they ate, and data on sexual reproduction. The latter was disturbingly detailed and detailed disturbingly, they were dimorphic, but not entirely similar in structure to …show more content…
This limited available choices, as their supervision was ubiquitous. So they collaborated on their off time, working themselves to the bone to either perfect the procedure to prevent my death, but trick them into thinking I had died, or use a different method that didn’t use the nanomachines. Of course, it was impossible to truly perfect it, or they would have done so a long time ago, the effects would have been debilitating, had they not applied other means to preserve me.
Using the nanomachines also presented a separate problem, as the nanomachines were non recoverable. This was apparently due to the delicate nature of the devices themselves. The problem arises as they are difficult to mass-produce, and using them on me would not yield useful data if I was being influenced through other means, which would be necessary for me to survive this. I didn’t particularly care for how my life was being weighed against useful data, but considering that they were desperate, I might
Where am I?
The land around me was rather flat, orange shrubbery dotted it, with certain structures on the plant that glowed blue, most no higher than my shin, trees were scarce, with strangely ordered branches twisting around a main trunk along with that same blue structure. Everything was tinted in a bright blue, and if I were so inclined to look at the sun, a stupid proposition back home, I would likely find …show more content…
Something feels wrong.
Wind blew across my face, and colour bled into my sight. Orange, cold arctic blue, faint blue grey and reddish brown. One of my hands clumsily shielded my eyes from the light, before I begun staring at it instead. I could move, I was free! I roughly pushed myself up with both my hands, a lopsided grin spreading across my face.
“Can you hear me?” A voice shook me from my quiet celebration. Oddly, it was a chittering sound with clicks, whistles and screeches, but I intuitively understood it, meaning blossoming in my brain, it was almost like telepathy rather than talking. A sense of dread filled me, and I turned to face the chitinous creature that now sat on a nearby rock. I became aware of the fact that I intuitively knew the universal body structure of the creature before me, as well as various other things, like what made up their shells, what they ate, how they ate, and data on sexual reproduction. The latter was disturbingly detailed and detailed disturbingly, they were dimorphic, but not entirely similar in structure to …show more content…
This limited available choices, as their supervision was ubiquitous. So they collaborated on their off time, working themselves to the bone to either perfect the procedure to prevent my death, but trick them into thinking I had died, or use a different method that didn’t use the nanomachines. Of course, it was impossible to truly perfect it, or they would have done so a long time ago, the effects would have been debilitating, had they not applied other means to preserve me.
Using the nanomachines also presented a separate problem, as the nanomachines were non recoverable. This was apparently due to the delicate nature of the devices themselves. The problem arises as they are difficult to mass-produce, and using them on me would not yield useful data if I was being influenced through other means, which would be necessary for me to survive this. I didn’t particularly care for how my life was being weighed against useful data, but considering that they were desperate, I might