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The sedatives that had forcefully been injected in my blood stream had begun to kick in even before
I lost consciousness; my ears painfully ringing, numbing out the loud groans, screams and gunshots,
If I strained my ears well enough I could hear flesh being swiftly cut by a razor sharp hunting knife.
I can't lift my arms or legs; I can barely move a finger.
It is painful and tedious to lift my neck, but with a little boost of energy I succeed long enough to briefly locate my surroundings.
A bloodied cot with restraints that had been drilled to the floor stood to my left, there was no other furniture in this small square of a room,
no window to keep its habitant sane, after all, it was designed to keep the insane confined.
Sanity is a myth in this place, a harsh situation I learned to accept not too long after my arrival;
learn to drown out the screams and all will be well.
I knew this was going to hell; i had made that conclusion even before the first accident.
As predicted, failure was surer than an execution performed by death itself.
This fact is now fearlessly snarling at us ripping off the arm of one comrade while cracking the skull of another,
these creatures possess many oozing wounds, sometimes missing limbs and a smell of death stronger than ten decaying elephants drenched in fish oil.
Since the first day we received the first shipment of element 115, lunacy was instigated,
just like this terrible ringing in my ears that refuses to cease rattling my desensitized brain, I could feel it,
the high radiation from those fragments of meteor.
At first I could not believe what I was seeing, until now, there have only been 114 elements found in Earth,
115 doubtlessly does not belong anywhere near der Mutter Erde.
The energy this strange element emanated was a low effervescent buzz, constantly invading my mind, like an afterthought,
this might sound stupid, but it felt evil.
As time strolled by, this unceasing vibration grew stronger, so strong that it assaulted my head,
and resonated throughout my body, seeking information,
studying my every thought and body language.
This sensation drove me mad, psychosis, a serious case of agoraphobia, migraines, and random muscle spasms…
I wondered, am I the only one going insane?
My fears were answered when several coworkers tried resigning, for reasons that remained unknown to us residing in the vicinity
(however no one can remove themselves from such a project as this and walk away alive,
one would know too much about matters that must be kept undisclosed),
but they were dismissed and hat to keep going or….simply went missing.
Those remaining, I noticed, were definitely showing the same symptoms that I possessed.
It is hard to determine one's own sanity without an outsider to point it out to you,
and there is nowhere to go when you're feeling a little crazy and you just need a desperate breath of fresh air,
one must hold their breath for a long long time, however, one must breathe eventually…but that part never goes right, does it?
The situation, I think, spiraled downward when the deadline drew closer and closer to its end, things became stressful,
there was nothing we could do that wasn't a bad idea to meet the closing date, so in the end,
after much debate and many painfully regretful votes…we, as a group took a decision to speed up the procedures, endangering the project itself;
(and ourselves, but we didn't know that at the time)
Even If we would have stuck with the original procedure, this certain assignment would not have been completed at any time.
We had decided that we no longer cared about this project, we just wanted it over with so as to leave,
to run away, as far away from this god forsaken place as possible…or else our minds would forever be lost.
Thinking back, I wonder if my parents would still be proud of me…
my father and mutter were very humble people, with four children.
They could have lived a comfortable life in a more than spacious house in the heart of Berlin working in the family business of industrial manufacturing; instead they chose to live out in the mountains,
refusing to accept the industrial era for its power and glory.
I had other plans, however.
As a child, I was always curious of technology and wanted most desperately to know everything I could get my hands on,
milking goats and preparing the crops everyday was not the way I wanted to live my entire life,
meine drei brüder were turned out to be as humble as my parents and wished to stay in der Bauernhof and expand it.
They would be fine young men that would later marry and have their own family,
and would finish constructing the house my father worked tireless hours on to fit twenty people, if necessary.
I, however, I was just a woman; I had no say in anything and was expected to marry some disgusting stinkenden bauern!
This was not the life I wished to lead, so, after many arguments and long discussions,
I was able to convince my mutter and father to let me go live with my onkel and tante and my two female cousins and one male cousin.
My onkel was more like a father to me, he taught me many things, the English language, Greek, Latin, and of course, how to read and write, in return,
I would have to read to him stories of the old Greek mythology every night before bed,
after every chapter he would quiz me to see if I really paid attention.
Several years I spent, reading different books, learning, patiently, learning.
Eventually, my onkel decided I was fit to go to school, he saw great potential in me,
I was fast at learning and had a sense of logic that was not normal for my age.
So I grew up a scholar, a woman of thought, who would have thought that later on
when I graduated from college and was well known for my superior knowledge in cognitive science,
the several hints and events that had happened since the first Great War would later trigger a second war, dem Zweiten Weltkrieg.
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Vocabulary
Mutter-mother
erde-earth
Führer-leader (Adolf Hitler)
mein drei brüder-my three brothers
der-the
baurenhof-barn
stinkenden-stinky
bauern-farmer
Onkel-uncle
tante-aunt
dem Zweiten Weltkrieg-the second world war