A missle shoots at me. With panic, I realize I can't avoid it. A fiery, burning pain. I scream, my bones melting and my skin crisping from the heat. So much pain. I can't breath-
Darkness.
I wake with a gasp, covered in sweat. Another nightmare.
With a groan, I lift myself out of the steel bed in the examination room. I check my arms and feet. There is no visible damage.
The scientists have done their job well, I think sarcastically.
I look around the room, hoping it has changed. It hasn't. The same impenetrable, cold metal walls surround me. Soon, the same routine will start again.
Every time, I'm pushed out of the room into an endless steel track, a jetpack strapped to my back. I run forward, trying to escape a wall of darkness behind me. No matter what, I die eventually. I try, and try, running faster and faster, but I cannot escape. One wrong move means agonizing death.
Sometimes, I find old machines, left by the scientists, I suppose. They are a welcome respite.
A cold, electronic voice breaks my train of thought.
"Access BARRY. Code 1836-DJEH. Trial begins in 20...19...18...", squawks the computer.
A robotic arm shoots in from behind me, and jams a jetpack onto my back. In front of me, the steel walls begin to crack. An alarm sounds.
With a steeling breath, I step into the light.
And I run.