“YOU ARE GOING TO BE SORRY YOU EVER DECIDED TO SPY ON US!” One of the technicians quipped.
“YOU WILL JUST BECOME ANOTHER B.I.T. FOR OUR USE!” Another chuckled.
“AND IF YOU ARE REAL GOOD, WE’LL MAKE A DECENT PROFIT OFF OF YOU!”
“YEAH, THE DATA WE ARE GOING TO GATHER FROM YOU WILL BE VALUABLE!”
Larry’s mind was reeling. “What the Hell are you talking about?” Larry cried. All that came out was a muffle. He tried again to struggle against his straps, but suddenly felt very weak.
Another message flashed across the LCD screen. ‘REDUCT PHASE NOW IN PROGRESS... COMPLETION IN FIVE.... FOUR.... THREE.... TWO.... ONE REDUCT NOW COMPLETE. SATURATION NOW COMMENCING. PREPARE FOR B.I.T. RECEIVING STAGE’
Larry continued to feel a warming glow coursing throughout his body. Then a ripping sound reached his ears. He looked down. He watched as one of the technicians was taking a shear like device and was cutting off his shirt. Larry tried to struggle, but for some reason there was no movement. It was almost as if he was immobilized, his muscles did not want to respond to his wishes. The ripping sound continued as the shirt was being ripped off his body. Soon it fell off and landed on top of the pants, in shreds. The only piece of cloth on Larry’s body was his briefs.
“THE OFFICE HAS OKAY’D OUR DECISION TO DEAL WITH HIM AS WE SEE FIT. PREPARE THE B.I.T. FOR INSERTION, AS SOON AS B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696A IS FINISHED BEING RECEIVED AND RECORDED AS AN ARRIVAL. WE ARE TO MAKE SURE THAT THIS NEW ONE IS PREPARED PROPERLY. THEY WANT HIM TREATED JUST AS IF HE WERE A REGULAR B.I.T. CANDIDATE. THEY MAY ALREADY HAVE A USE FOR HIM.... WAIT A MINUTE..... THIS JUST CAME IN. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE AUTHORITY TO ENTER THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION INTO THE SYSTEM. LIST THE CAPTIVE AS: B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B”
Larry looked at the technician who had cut the shirt off his body.
“OKAY, TELL THE OFFICE THAT B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS ALMOST STRIPPED AND PRIMED WITH ‘FORMULA A’, PREPARING FOR EXPERIMENTAL RECORDS NOW.” The technician replied, looking at Larry and smiling.
The technician pushed some buttons on the side of the rack. Larry could hear some grinding noises, and then suddenly felt pressure on the top of his head, and pressure on the bottom of his feet. The technician looked at a readout on the side of the rack.
“BEGINNING RECORDING EXPERIMENT HISTORY B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B. SUBJECT IS MALE”
“B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS MALE. ROGER.”
“HEIGHT 67 INCHES”
“HEIGHT 67 INCHES, ROGER!”
“WEIGHT 190 LBS”
“WEIGHT 190 LBS, ROGER” The technician relayed the information into the receiver he was holding.
Larry’s eyes were drawn back to the LCD screen across from him. A new message flashed across its face. ‘B.I.T. RECEIVING STAGE NOW COMMENCING’ the technician, noting Larry’s focus, turned and saw the LCD screen.
“OKAY GUYS, B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B CAN WAIT TO BE COMPLETED, LET’S FINISH WITH B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696A. REMEMBER, WE MUST RECORD EVERYTHING FOR FINAL ANALYSIS.”
“THE MACHINE IS RECORDING.”
“GOOD, REMEMBER, THIS ONE IS TO BE DONE AS PRESCRIBED.. BY THE BOOKS.”
The technicians left Larry, and walked over to the chamber. One of the technicians walked over to a cabinet, opened it, and pulled out a big padded bag. He brought it to where the other technicians were standing, waiting by the chamber.
The metal door lifted, and revealed the still blue hazed chamber within.
The LCD screen flashed. ‘SHIELD UP, PREPARE FOR TABLE EXTRACTION’ a hum was heard again, and the glass door sealing the chamber rose up. Blue fog poured out of the chamber, and slowly a table edge could be seen pulling itself out of the opening.
Stories of Age/Time Transformation