We tried everything. Nothing could break these walls down. Who was the
bumf**k that designed this room? He just made the list!
Zane got so frustrated that he rammed his head right into the bars. Not the smartest thing hes ever done in his life. All he managed to do was give himself a nice cut down the side of his face.
The swelling had finally abaited and I could see out of that eye. It hurt like he!!.
We were all lying in our beds thinking of different things. Revenge was the main thoughts in my mind at the time. A guard walked in and tossed me a pair of handcuffs. At least they were smart enough to stay away from our cells. He pointed a gun at me and ordered for me to put them on. After many curses and rude gestures, he took out his tazer and told me to put my hands through the bars. I only did this after he called in back up and fired a few rounds into my little cage. They roughly dragged me down the corridor into a lab room. After strapping me down to a dentist like chair, they shot me up with god knows what and proceeded to pound me with questions, mainly about the other X-5's. I would tell them nothing! I would die before surrenduring my brothers and sisters to these scumf**kers.
After more death threats and more drugs, they finally brought me back to my cell with the promise of more to come. They proceeded to do the same thing to Jondy and Zane.
Many more days contained such events. By the end of the week, each of us had tazer burns all down out bodies.
Yancy paid us many visits. Our last encounter was still fresh in my mind, but thankfully, not on my face. Each time she would start into the same speech about how she was going to break us and fix us again.
"Don't fix what ain't broken!"
"All of you were broken the second you decided to escape. As soon as that idea came into your minds, you broke and remained broken untill we picked you up. We'll fix you. You won't even remember yourselves before then."
"You really get off on this don't you? Why don't you have that boy-toy of yours go jack off, maybe you two can snowball. Get your sh!ts and giggles there, but if you hurt anyone of us, well, too late for that. Your already marked Yancy. Its just the time till then and the how that remains to be determined."
"Ohhh, I can't wait. What ya going to do? Hang me by my ankles and tie my hands to the floor, then pr!ck my fingers till I bleed to death? I've read up on your training. I know you better then you know yourself. You don't scare me. Your just malfunctioning equipment, sitting in the shop waiting for the machanic to fix whats wrong. Your not a person. Your not real. You were made, you have no rights. We slapped a barcode on you for easy identification of a product. We created you so we own you."
This is probably one of the few times in my life that I have ever been left speechless. Somehow, that twisted mind had managed to speak the truth, and also my deepest regrets.
"I am real! I standing right here! You want proof of how real I am, I'll show you. Let me out and face me. Your all high and mighty behind those bars. You can say what you want behind them, but if I was on the other side, would you have dared to say that? Are you so afraid of a 'machine' or a 'product' that you can't face me evenly? Common you f**king p*ssy! I'm here right now! Bring it on!"
"Your going to stay there. A malfunctioning machine can be harmful to ones health."
"F**kinf chicken sh!t!"
She didn't even ackowlegde what I had said as she turned and glided to the door, letting it slam with a matallic clank and a thrust of the lock.
Zane got so frustrated that he rammed his head right into the bars. Not the smartest thing hes ever done in his life. All he managed to do was give himself a nice cut down the side of his face.
The swelling had finally abaited and I could see out of that eye. It hurt like he!!.
We were all lying in our beds thinking of different things. Revenge was the main thoughts in my mind at the time. A guard walked in and tossed me a pair of handcuffs. At least they were smart enough to stay away from our cells. He pointed a gun at me and ordered for me to put them on. After many curses and rude gestures, he took out his tazer and told me to put my hands through the bars. I only did this after he called in back up and fired a few rounds into my little cage. They roughly dragged me down the corridor into a lab room. After strapping me down to a dentist like chair, they shot me up with god knows what and proceeded to pound me with questions, mainly about the other X-5's. I would tell them nothing! I would die before surrenduring my brothers and sisters to these scumf**kers.
After more death threats and more drugs, they finally brought me back to my cell with the promise of more to come. They proceeded to do the same thing to Jondy and Zane.
Many more days contained such events. By the end of the week, each of us had tazer burns all down out bodies.
Yancy paid us many visits. Our last encounter was still fresh in my mind, but thankfully, not on my face. Each time she would start into the same speech about how she was going to break us and fix us again.
"Don't fix what ain't broken!"
"All of you were broken the second you decided to escape. As soon as that idea came into your minds, you broke and remained broken untill we picked you up. We'll fix you. You won't even remember yourselves before then."
"You really get off on this don't you? Why don't you have that boy-toy of yours go jack off, maybe you two can snowball. Get your sh!ts and giggles there, but if you hurt anyone of us, well, too late for that. Your already marked Yancy. Its just the time till then and the how that remains to be determined."
"Ohhh, I can't wait. What ya going to do? Hang me by my ankles and tie my hands to the floor, then pr!ck my fingers till I bleed to death? I've read up on your training. I know you better then you know yourself. You don't scare me. Your just malfunctioning equipment, sitting in the shop waiting for the machanic to fix whats wrong. Your not a person. Your not real. You were made, you have no rights. We slapped a barcode on you for easy identification of a product. We created you so we own you."
This is probably one of the few times in my life that I have ever been left speechless. Somehow, that twisted mind had managed to speak the truth, and also my deepest regrets.
"I am real! I standing right here! You want proof of how real I am, I'll show you. Let me out and face me. Your all high and mighty behind those bars. You can say what you want behind them, but if I was on the other side, would you have dared to say that? Are you so afraid of a 'machine' or a 'product' that you can't face me evenly? Common you f**king p*ssy! I'm here right now! Bring it on!"
"Your going to stay there. A malfunctioning machine can be harmful to ones health."
"F**kinf chicken sh!t!"
She didn't even ackowlegde what I had said as she turned and glided to the door, letting it slam with a matallic clank and a thrust of the lock.
