Breathing New Life [Closed RP With medicine-for-the-brain]
Darkness. It was all that she had ever known, cold bleakness, the empty void.
Alive. That is what the voice had called it. It referred to itself as a voice, as a superior being, as a Captain, proving it was better than the others once and for all. The words didn't make sense at first, a jumbled mess of jargon, but overtime they did. He had changed it, made it so.
They were identified as a male through the mental processes, the images flickering behind closed eyelids. They were brief, but enough to pick up the appropriate information. Males, females, details of other things... Things she apparently required.
She. A female, the less approved member of the human species. But why? How were they different? Questions filled the vast spaces of her mind, providing answers, but large quantities of emptiness remained. Maybe, when they awoke.
But what did it mean, awakening? The male would visit multiple times a day, she kept track, a ability to understand time deep within the cognitive processing. He made changes, provided more details, before venturing off, not to see again for a few hours. Others came and go, but not as much as he.
Excited. That was what he was. The tones that filtered through to the eardrums were lighter, more deranged. Why were they so excited? She didn't understand. She was just a machine, months of rapid expansion and information rattling her form. Oh, how she ached, how her legs seemed to dangle in suspension, touching something, yet never touching fully.
When the details on eyes arrived in her system, she attempted to open them, but could not. If they were for seeing, why did she have them? Or was all life this bleak? Did she not process the correct retinas? She tried to inform the man, oh how she did, but her throat was concealed, mouth placed shut. Again, why have such a device if she could not use it? It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.
One day, the beeping stopped. The gushing of whatever was deemed her life support seemed to fade. Perhaps the man had finally realised, perhaps he was 'calling it quits', as another voice had put it. Darkness, it was everywhere, consuming her very soul. Soul. ... S-Soul...
The beeping returned, increasing in pitch drastically, whilst the voice returned, even more enthusiastic than usual. After all of these months in solitude, what was happening? No data had been provided on this.
Wailing. It was wailing that caused the most pain, fracturing the sensitivity of her eardrums. She wished it would stop, begged it to stop, until foreign objects blocked it out, drowning out the terrifying noises. The objects were soft, delicate, twitching and unsteady. They felt familiar, like the covering protecting her internal organs, the things deemed to keep her alive...
It was quick, the next event, but would forever haunt her subconscious. The slow realisation that her only company for the entirety of existence, the one thing keeping her protected was gone, and she was slipping downward, throat failing to co-operate with displaying the sudden increase in fear within her mind. Wait, fear?
A crunch echoed throughout the space, rattling through her mind as though it was studying her, mocking her. It was then her throat felt empty, body dry, a sweeping cold coating her form. Cold...
Quietly, quickly, small sounds echoed through the area, approaching her. She tensed, the only response her body could formulate, the objects still covering her ears. But she could still hear it, hear it approaching. No doubt the voice was angry, that the voice wanted her to pay.
Body quivering, her head moved of her own accord, slowly lifting upward. A light blossomed through the corneas, eyelids battling to flicker away. There was something there, something present. It was getting closer, so close...
A colour. The mind registered it as golden, usually familiarised with the chemical property of Gold, or Au, and related to yellow-brown colouring. There were two of the colour now. Eyes, they were eyes before her, lower lid of the right visibly twitching.
But it did not matter to her. She did not understand the cause of the reaction, or chose to ignore it. She failed to recognise the slickening substance upon her right leg. All that was acknowledged was the light reflecting of her pupils, of the images cascading them.
She was no longer within the darkness.