The door opened quickly as people, which I could only assume to be doctors and nurses, rushed inside and surrounded my bed. "Alguik quicham gebso," One doctor came up to me, speaking in some language unknown to me. He stared into my eyes very closely, as his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Yachok quicham aloch!" He exclaimed towards his fellow colleagues.
"Language analysed, any further speech will be translated." A voice rang out in my head, reminding me of that robotic humanoid that I first met, but the voice was slightly different. It felt more robotic, almost like a text-to-speech program, while the robotic humanoid had more of a voice-changer feel to its voice.
The doctor waved his colleagues out of the room, "The procedure seems to be a success, leave us please," The doctor continued to stare me down with eyes of pure curiosity and a huge smile on his face. It was almost creepy. It reminded me of how I used to look after finding even the most minuscule hint of life after death back on Earth.
After the doctor's colleagues left, he pulled a chair up to my bedside, grabbed my hand and some-kind of tool off of the counter across from my bed. He held the tool up to my palm and pressed down. A small shock of pain made me flinch quickly, and I pulled my hand back. The doctor laughed out loud, and the huge smile got even wider.
"You can feel! Haha, this is incredible! I'm not even sure you can understand me, but you are truly a marvel of science and magic!" The doctor took the tool and examined a screen on the counter. His smile quickly faded, replaced with a face of what I could only assume to be worry. "You're... fuck, you're kidding me, right?" He stood up and walked out of the room with a worried expression on his face. Closing the door behind him, the robot came back up to me.
"Please be patient while Dr. Thorne is away, he will return shortly." The robot consoled me. I thought maybe the robot was sentient or had some advanced AI but I doubted it. It seemed like it was programmed to answer simple questions and console the patient.
I sat up on the bed and scanned my surroundings. This was definitely a hospital room of some kind. Strange instruments were lined up on a counter across from my bed, and a large monitor was on the right of the counter, closer to the door. I took a closer look at the door. The door seemed normal, however I noticed that there were no hinges and no handle. There wasn't a crack at the bottom of the door, it seemed flush with the floor. Next to the door was what appeared to be a small monitor with a red lock on it.
"Am I locked in? What's going on?" My curiosity slowly started to turn into unease when I noticed I was locked in. I jumped when the robot answered my question, "I have noticed you're beginning to feel nervous. Please stay calm, you are safe here. Dr. Thorne will answer more of your questions once he returns," "That didn't help much, but thank you," I thought back. "There's no need to freak out for now, he called me a marvel, there must be a reason I'm here," I tried talking myself into calming down, but for some reason my feeling of anxiety kept growing steadily.
I looked back at the counter of instruments. Some instruments looked like scalpels with missing razors and there were a few sizes ranging from the size of a broken pencil to the size of a bone-saw. One instrument that caught my eye was what appeared to be a grenade launcher, however the tubes to contain the grenades were much smaller and more slim, the bore was much more slim as well. I noticed some containers next to it that read, "Anesthetic Defense Cartridge" and "Lethal Cartridge". "Why would a hospital need lethal cartridges? I can see why the anesthetic, but why the hell would they need a lethal cartridge?" I started to stand up, feeling very anxious when the robot told me, "Please remain seated until Dr. Thorne returns. Failure to comply will result in use of force,"
I heard two pairs of footsteps rushing down the hallway, stopping suddenly at my door. The monitor next to the door flashed green and then the door quickly opened once more. What I didn't notice earlier is that the door didn't swing open, it became more transparent. "Where am I?" The question kept weighing me down.
Dr. Thorne and a man that was dressed in a pale white suit and a red tie stormed into the room and went straight to the monitor. "This is impossible, there must be some sort of issue with the psychevaluator. He should have at least one," The man in the suit walked out of the room and soon came back with another one of those tools Dr. Thorne stuck me with earlier. "I guess that's a psychevaluator," I thought. The tool looked almost like a nail-gun, except the tip was round like a bottle cap, and was glowing a neon white.
The man in the suit handed Dr. Thorne the psychevaluator and Dr. Thorne walked towards me with a worried expression. "I told you, I found it strange when he felt pain. Watch this," He put the tool on my palm again and pressed the trigger. I jumped again when I felt another pulse of what felt like electricity run up my arm and into my chest.
The man in a white suit squinted as if interested. "You believe there's a correlation?" The doctor nodded slightly and said, "I believe so, but I'll need to run more tests to be sure. If my predictions are correct, he's much more than a marvel. He'll be an interstellar weapon of mass destruction."
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