Possibilities

Day 1 – 7 a.m.

The figure rose. His vision seemed blurred, massively skewed around. After taking a few minutes to adjust himself, he took a moment to look around.

Ever since he could remember, his Sun had been nothing but a single, solitary lightbulb. For thirty-two years, he had seen nothing but that single lightbulb, in the ceiling. Strapped to a metal bed, he never once thought there might be more to existence than that single bulb in his life. He knew of nothing but the room, a bleak squarish cubicle barely five by five meters wide, with steel walls and a single door on one side.

Today, he felt strangely liberated. He did not think of it in those terms, of course. He had never learned a single thing in his life. He could not speak English, could not walk, having done nothing besides lie on that metallic bed all his life as far as he knew. After an hour lying there, he had finally gotten up on an impulse.

He was in shock. It was possibly the first movement of his torso in his life. Just sitting there, he felt nausea rushing through him, having never been in that position before. His entire body felt numb; numb from the decades of immobility. He could hardly feel his fingers, his toes.. But it felt like electricity was pulsing through his body as he slowly gained the ability to move about fully. Flexing his fingers, he felt like he had boundless energy. But he had nothing to spend it on.

Day 1 – 10 a.m.

Having just sat there, overwhelmed by the fact that he had finally been set free, the lone figure had not bothered to try to get up. In fact, it did not KNOW how to get up.

Without warning, the metal bed retracted into the ground. The solitary person fell to the floor, having never stood up before. It just sat there on the cold, grey floor, waiting with near eternal patience.

Day 2 – 5 a.m.

A gentle thumping sound reverberated around the steel room. It had a constant, orderly pace, very much like the thumping of the beings’ own heart, passive and serene.

It maddened the creature. It snarled, thrashed against the floor. Not being able to walk, it crawled towards the door, the apparent source of the thumping. Without warning, a steel panel that had been hidden before as it was seamlessly fitted in flipped around and a jack plugged straight into the creature’s right calf, delving deep into its flesh. It struggled and wailed as the electric current ran through his body, making it convulse violently.

It suddenly arched its torso violently, its eyes opened wide. The pupils had turned a glossy white color. The figure then fell to the floor, unconscious, shocked from the pain.

Day 2 – 7 a.m.

The creature stumbled to its feet. Somehow, the electricity that coursed through his body had somehow restored part of his memory, even if it was only minimal. Apparently he could walk now. He tried to remember his name, and it came to him slowly.

“Blakely.” the person said gutturally.