Experiment 592

Aloha again! I hope you like this story as much as the others. This is for Void99, the guy who invented 555 and 552!

Waking day

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…hhmm?

…wha…?

…What's… going on? Wh-where am I? Who am I? …What am I? I can feel something… Oh, what's the word…? Wet, surrounding me. There's something over my- my mouth. I-I can't see anything. See? The function of my eyes. But, my eyes are closed, I can tell. I wonder if I can open them? Here we go. Argh! It burns! Too bright! I'll try again. Argh… Ahh… Ah. That's better. I can see something. It's a person, rather wide as well. There's something between us. This, er, liquid, and some see-through, er, g- glass! Hold up! I can h- h- hear, that's the word, something. It seems to be coming from somewhere. Wait; use the eyes and ears to pinpoint the sound! It's coming from the person. He's saying something. Translating…

"I said, are you awake?" What? Yes, of course I am. "Be nodding if you can hear me." Nod? Oh! A quick movement of the head! I comply, trying out my neck muscles. What? What's happening? The liquid is being drained out! I can feel a- air on my- fur? I have fur? I feel gravity pulling me down, making me have to stand on my two feet. Whoa! This is weird! I strain my leg muscles to cope with the weight. There, done it. I can see clearly now, looking through air. The mask is removed by an arm or something. The glass in front of me opens, done so by the alien. I look into his face. He has 4 eyes and is beaming at me.

"Welcome to life, 592!" 592? Who's that? He frowns slightly, reaching for me. He picks me up, probably knowing I can't walk yet. He carries me somewhere and puts me on a- a- table. He frowns again, folding his arms.

"Alright, now say something, 592." He says, nodding slightly. Well, I must be 592. But say som-? Oh right! I squeeze my vocal cords together, trying to make a sound, my mouth moving as well. I am delighted to hear;

"…S- S- Something, Five-Nine-Two." He chuckles slightly and pats my head.

"Very amusing. Now, I am Jumba, your creator." Oh. He sounds full of himself! "I have created you to document my works."

"W- What?" I say, blinking. His what?

"My works. You are Experiment 592. There are 591 Experiments before you, each created with a different purpose. Yours is to record what I do." So… I'm an experiment. Strange. Wait, hold up…

"Excuse me." I say, tilting my head at him. "But, what do I look like?"

"What? Why would you be wanting to know that?" he says, puzzled.

"Well," I say, trying to be, er, polite. "I may be newly-made, but I want to know what I look like."

"Oh, very well." He stomps away and picks up something, returning with it. He places it in front of me. In the mirror I can see myself. Wow…

I am at least 2ft tall with coffee-coloured fur, except around my eyes and a cream stomach, curvy chest and neck. My eyes are large and solid black, two eyelashes curving upward and outward from each, indicating I am a female. My nose is quite short and stubby, but with quite wide nostrils. My ears are drooping by the sides of my head, coffee-coloured, tipped by cream, and near the ends of both of them, there is a small, black button. I have two arms and two legs. I turn slightly to see my back. My tail is long and striped, like an earth barber pole, with a puff of fur at the end. My quills are, wow, long-ish and dazzlingly beautiful, with multiple colours of every hue. I stare into the mirror a while longer, turning this way and that. Jumba snorts impatiently, tapping the top of the mirror. I stop and look at him apologetically. He puts the mirror flat and turns to me.

"Now, for a quick test of your abilities." I have abilities? "Now, you will notice on your ears there are two buttons. This one-" he cups my right ear in his hand. "-Is for recording and stopping recording. This one-" He cups the other one. "-Is for playing back and stopping that." Huh? So, I'm a video camera? "I will show you." He gently presses my right button. He waves at me, smiling. What is that trog doing? He presses my right button again. He picks up the mirror, faces it at me and presses the left button. In the image of my eyes, I can see Jumba waving at me, smiling! He presses my left button again. The image is replaced by black.

"Now, to be deleting this, simply think." I think, wishing it to go. I press the left button, but nothing happens. I grin, looking at him.

"Cool…" I say, glancing at my ears.

"Ok, testing is done for now. You may explore my lab. But, in future, when I am wanting you, report to me, OK?" I nod, eager to know where I am. I start off, but fall on my face. Ow. So that's pain, is it? I look to Jumba for help. "Oh, you can't walk. Is easy. Left foot, right, left, right, left, right and so on." I take a step forward. Ok. I take another. And another. After a few steps, it becomes natural. I climb down off the table and walk out the door.

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