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Brightness. My whole world was brightness.

My eyes adjusted, and I realized that the brightness was coming from a long cylinder hanging from a stained ceiling. It lit up the whole room, and was the only light-source. Light bulb, my brain told me. This is a light bulb.

"Good morning, Test Subject 9-13!"

A robotic voice echoed around the room, cheery and male. It was a shock-I hadn't heard a voice in so long. How long? I asked myself. I couldn't remember exactly. It had been too long that I had been asleep. The voice continued.

"You have been in cryostasis for"-there was a loud beep-"and have been woken under Safety Protocol 6729, stating that all test subjects must be woken up every three months of cryostasis to ensure that they are mentally and physically healthy."

Something inside me told me that this...'Safety Protocol' hadn't been followed, and I had been asleep much, much longer.

As the voice droned on about how safety was the most important aspect, I closed my eyes and moved my neck to the side. It was stiff, but not impossible to move-paralyzed, I decided after a couple of seconds.

I licked my lips, and then gagged. Something cold and salty was on my lips that made my stomach churn and the hairs on my neck stand on end. I forced myself to swallow it. I licked my lips again, and was satisfied to find that the taste was gone.

"By now, you must have licked your lips and tasted an unpleasant taste. This is simply a substance that protects the body from harm while it is in cryostasis. Don't be alarmed, it's perfectly harmless. Even nutritious."

That was convenient.

"You may notice some stiffness of the body," the voice said. "This is common if you have been in cryostasis for over 3 months. Now, let's start off slow. Wave your hand when you feel ready. Take your time."

My finger twitched, and I had the realization that I probably hadn't actually done this in forever-from the voice, at least three months. I pushed away these thoughts and tightened my fingers into a fist. After doing this a couple of times, I rose my arm and moved it from side to side in a waving gesture.

"Good!" the voice praised. "You have completed the first portion of the test. For the second part, sit up out of your bed and stand up. If you are having any trouble with this, flag down a worker. He or she will be with you as soon as possible."

I braced my elbows underneath me and pushed myself up. My vision spun, and I nearly fell back onto the bed. When I was sure I was okay, I moved the covers off my legs. I looked at them for a while, noticing that they were a deep tan and had a bright orange jumpsuit just above my ankles. When I was done examining my legs, I looked around the room.

The walls had once been white, but now were brown and stained, like the carpet under my feet. There was a small black box on the wall-a TV-and it showed black and white static. Wilting flowers were in a glass on a small table that was next to the bed. Two bright paintings were on the wall and an empty closet was next to me. On the ceiling, next to the light, was a speaker, which the voice was coming from. A door across from the bed. Besides that, the room was empty.

"Good," the voice said as I managed to roll onto my feet clumsily. "These are the first two parts of the test. The next one involves using your hearing and response. When you hear the buzzer, raise one of your hands. The next time, use your other." I calmly did this. "Good work. Now raise you-r-r-r..." The voice died out with a loud click.

I didn't waste any time; something told me it would be better to get out of this room, instead of doing tests to check to see if my senses were still good.

I padded over to the door, and tried the door. It didn't open, and I braced my feet and shoved with all my might, suddenly desperate to get out. After a few good shoves, I gasped as the hinges suddenly gave out and I fell flat on top of it. I laid on my stomach for a while, not wanting to move and my mind racing. The hallway's ground was hard stone, and was cracked. Green plants were scattered around, crawling up the walls.

There was a sound next to my ear. A quiet sound, but a sound nonetheless. It sounded robotic, like tiny metal legs moving across stone. I looked up, and saw a small, round...robot-I finally remembered the word-standing on three legs in front of me. It was made out of a smooth white substance, and had a single red eye, with a beam pointing out of it.

Its gaze suddenly fell on me, and I held my breath. The black dot that represented the pupil widened and shrank, focused directly at me. My instincts were screaming at me to get away as fast as I could, but I couldn't move. I could feel it...analyzing me. Seeing if I was a threat or not. A high-pitched female voice came from the robot abruptly.

"Unauthorized personnel detected," it said. "Immediate actions required to stabilize threat." Two panels opened on its sides, and red beams came out of them, focusing on my chest and forehead. The eye turned to a glowed brighter.

Reflexes took control, and I scrambled up to my feet and ran as fast as I could around the corner. Bullets whizzed by my head, hitting the wall behind me harmlessly. I didn't stop running.

My surroundings were a blur as I ran.

Trees...green plants...brown water...falling apart walls...desks...light seeping in from cracks...puddles at my feet...

I stopped when I was sure I was safe. I stopped at a pool of water and pulled up my pants. It was getting hotter, and I unzipped part of the suit and slipped my arms out, letting it hang around my waist. Underneath it I found I had a white tanktop made out of a rough fabric. I waded through the water until I reached the other side. I leaned forward, putting my head against a stonewall that was crumbling and gathered my thoughts. I took a few deep breaths, and categorized what I knew-or didn't.

I didn't know who I was, first of all. I didn't remember anything about family members, friends...anything other than from I woke up.

I checked the suit for any sort ID card. Anything. Anything I could use to tell me who I was. The only thing that really had anything written on it was a small, metal bracelet that was around my left arm. Written on it was 'aVera 9-13.' I didn't remember what it meant. All I knew that it was important, but not a name.

When this was established, I leaned forward and looked into the murky water. The ripples subsided, and a face stared back at me. A woman's face. With big eyes that were a sharp green, and long black hair that tumbled into the water. Dark, black lashes. Tanned skin. Round lips. About 17 or 18 years old. Something in my brain told me that in normal society this would be considered beautiful.

I crouched down and stuck my hand into the water, wiping it across my face. It felt cool and soothing, and I welcomed it. I knew not to drink it, though-it could have bacteria in it and I wasn't thirsty.

I dried my hand on the orange pants and straightened, looking for a way to continue on. One of the walls had fallen, crashing into the next room. It was easy for me to climb in my bare feet up to the edge.

I sat with my feet dangling, looking at the ground. There was no more water, but the stone floor looked unsafe. There would be no way to climb back up the walls-my only hope would be the round door that was made out of steel sitting on the wall.

Taking a deep breath, I jumped off and landed on my feet. I smiled at my success, and started to take a step forward towards the door—

There was a loud crash, and the floor underneath me gave way. I tried to scream, but no noise came out of my mouth. This is called being mute, that annoying know-it-all voice said to me. And just as soon as I was free falling, I hit the ground with a thump and a splash.

I lay on my back, my bottom half in the water, my top on a piece of wall. I couldn't move, and winced at the pain in my arm. A few stray pebbles bounced off of me. Everything was still after that, and I spent those minutes trying to stay conscious. Every single part of me pounded with a pain. I couldn't help thinking that it couldn't get any worse...

...then I heard the sounds of small robotic arms, just as I was about to completely fall into darkness. I saw the familiar face of a white robot and red eye...a female voice...the robot suddenly disappearing...a real girl's face switching with it's...

"Are you okay?"

I promise I'll update this frequently, if school and parents allow, lolz. I'm going to do the next part either tonight or tomorrow. ^_^