The pleasure stopped soon enough, leaving me begging for the apes that were working on the cannon pointed toward my chest to hit the button on the seemingly magic remote. They ignored me, and kept hitting buttons on the machine. That's when I remembered that they only interpreted my begging as me growling at them. Eventually I became my normal self again, and began worrying about greater things, such as what this giant cannon woukd do to me. I decided that whatever it would do, it would be for the greater good. If I wanted to fix a corrupted world, I was going to need strength. All the apes were going to most likely going to see me as a leader, and I couldn't afford to fail.

A few minutes later, the ape that had talked to me earlier walked in. He walked over to me, and checked that the shackles around me were tight, and they were. I was scared out of my mind right now, my ADD kicking in and making me think of all the worst possible outcomes. I was shaking uncontrollably, and the ape clearly noticed, because he hit a button on the remote, causing the collar to beep. I instantly felt very relaxed, yet very awake. It took me a few seconds the realize that the cannon in front of me had begun humming softly. The noise gradually got louder, to the point where it hurt my ears. Then, all of a sudden, darkness.

Fields. Dragons. All different shapes, sizes, colors, you name it. It felt as if I was only half there, as if it was a dream. Then, all of a sudden, it went from peace to chaos. All the dragons screamed for their lives as a sudden meteor shower appeared in the sky. What I saw was horrible. There were dragons burning alive, beheaded dragons, dragons holding on to their loved ones as their final moments were upon them. I felt like I wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

Could this be what the ape meant when he talked about pain?

I slowly awoke to find myself on the floor of my cell. I figured it must've been a dream. But, when I went to get up, I looked at my arms. They were a much darker shade of purple than normal. They also had red tribal markings on them, which actually looked kind of cool.

I felt energized, and had the urge to destroy something. Just then, I realized what the beam did to me. It had turned me evil. Now, I would normally not do anything about it, but being evil felt somewhat... good. The darkness flowing through my veins was comforting, and gave me the sudden urge to... end a life. Didn't matter who's, I just felt like I... needed to kill.

I shook my head. This wasn't me. This wasn't me at all. What did that thing do to me, to make me think like this? The apes are good, though. These were probably just side effects. They had to be.

I tried to stick my head through the bars on my cage, but it no longer fit like it used to. What had happened to me? I had to see a mirror. My food bowl worked somewhat like a mirror, so I guess that had to do. I had seen the bottom of that bowl many times, almost too many times, due to the lack of food I am given. But, at least I know what I look like. Well, I know what I used to look like.

I walked over to the (not surprisingly) empty food bowl, and got into a position so when I looked into it, light reflected on it so I could see my face. When I looked in, a saw a darker shade of purple, so I figured, as usual, I should move around a bit to get rid of the shadows.

I must've tried out every position possible at least twice. The figure in the bowl wasn't changing. And, if I positioned myself correctly, I could see blood red tribal stripes all over the figure. That was me. I didn't jump back, didn't get depressed, didn't even blink. I just stared into the bleak, white eyes that now represented me. I felt sick to my stomach, but didn't bother do anything about it. I had to know what this thing did to me.

I began feeling those dark urges again, except this time they were a lot stronger. I felt that I had to bust out of here, start the revolution. But I couldn't. The apes locked me in here for a reason, and, even though I most likely could break out of here in an instant, I still had the collar around my neck. I didn't really want to see some of the other tricks that it had up it's sleeve. It could gain control through either shock or pleasure, but there were many more buttons on the remote I saw. About a quarter of them were green, and all the others were red. I'm pretty sure I know what they mean in general. Anyways, the apes must've been ready if any of this were to happen. They were readying me to start a better future. They were the good guys.

For the next few days, I felt more and more evil, but yet it fell better and better. I don't know how to describe it; it just felt good to be evil. It got to the point where I didn't want to go back to before; I liked how I was now. My scales had gotten a lot darker, to the point where they're pretty much black, causing the red tribal marks to stand out more. Though, if light shined on them, they would shine purple. My eyes were blank white, lifeless, yet they held my soul. I had grown a little bit, not too much, but yet the collar was now pretty tight around my neck. Not to the point where I was having trouble breathing, but, still, if it got caught on something by mistake, I was a goner. My food bowl remained empty all this time, yet, for some reason, I never felt hungry. Heck, I always felt full, like I was just satisfied with a meal I ate. Still, I was getting quite restless in this small little cell.

After three or four days, an ape came up to my cell. Don't get me wrong, many apes had come up to my cell in the past few days, but they were usually just taking something from the cabinet beside it. But this time, it was late at night, and there were three apes. I got up from the floor (where I've had to sleep (not that I really have slept, I don't nee to anymore. I always feel well-rested no matter what) for the past few days because my bed finally broke), and sprinted over to the door. As soon as the door opened, I was going to tear open their throats. At least, I was, until the one in the front said, "sit." For some reason, I suddenly felt like I had to listen, and I sat. He turned the key and opened the door, and for some reason, I felt I shouldn't kill them. Now, I still was bloodthirsty, still had the desire to kill, but I felt that even though I could easily destroy the apes, I felt that they were higher than me. Higher in rank. I felt that I just couldn't kill them, and had to follow their orders.

With that, one of them motioned me to follow them, and I did as I was told, without resistance. They closed the cell door, causing me to look at the cell for the final time. In my gut, I felt I was never going to see it again.