His identity was not a shock to the staff but an uncomfortable reality that the “Dimension Pocket” does not spare any person in the long run. Every person would have felt differently, hopeful even if the situation had only affected adults. At least, most of the ones with martyr-like morals. Akyl herself couldn’t stop the ideology of a pretentious hopeful, or romantic.But that partially pretended because she can sense that every adult in this facility is plagued by the fear that once they discover details about the identity of the Primers and what role the “Dimension Pocket” held, they would lose a sense of reality. Some of them are already sinking deep into their road of ambition, and greed, or blind to what can be considered “according to humanistic ethics.”“We’re all mad here,” she said as she picked up a piece of shrimp coated in crispy breading. She had requested for seafood platter in the cafeteria since she had missed her dinner.If Reina insisted to live like a lavish queen,
“Today cannot be just about waiting for the Primer to become Horaz,” said one of Akyl’s staff. She often heard them impatiently commenting on the process of waiting for Primer-Horaz human side to appear. But it was better caution than administering the Ext.A all the time. There’s a limit to how much they could use it and avoid desensitizing the body. Amusing it is to see a quick control of power, it is still better progress for Horaz’s humanity to rise above on his own than always overpowering the Primer body with drugs. Akyl is treating this in a wholly humanitarian way and often it would be frowned upon if there were better ways to gain superiority to discipline the Primer, but she wasn’t having it. As they watched the tail rest, staying still as it waved passively, it gradually became erratic enough that it was soon showing signs of aggression. Accurate to the previous instances, Akyl and her team knew it was time to administer the drug. Signaling the guard, they quickly shot a p
Time wasn’t wasted when they received his two-thumping reply of agreement. Considering everything, having his second reply of cooperation, to Akyl and even the other members of the team, it was apparent that this Horaz identity is becoming more apparent in taking hold of the Primer body’s autonomy.This speaks volumes to how Akyl felt in terms of opening doors on how they can study Horaz and how he adapts to his life now that he is a creature built from a mysterious power. Looking over Purce as she started her rituals, beginning with sterilization of her equipment, she looked over at Elbi to assure if she’s started making any progress with her brain scans.Tapping at the scanner result button on her tablet, which should prompt a screen that depicts the result or the kind of monitoring result the four-walled x-ray should show in real-time, it still looked blank.“Elbi, what’s wrong with the live feed of the X-ray?” Akyl asked as she approached the boxed area, all with the two other ass
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t