Of TVs and Toilets.
They walked him across the room to a door in-between two of the cages; they opened the door using a iris recognition system, specially programmed to Kohee's eyes. They where in a corridor, there was a door on each side; 4 and 5. The experiment was led into cage 4, it's door was opened by a similar iris lock. The cage was large and was lightly furnished, a bed was in one corner, a toilet and sink in an other, this was hidden from the observers by a temporary barrier, a removable barrier stood in the middle of the floor, it could be moved to wherever the captive wanted, there where some slots in the back wall a tray stood underneath it to catch whatever was ejected. One wall was made of glass, and could become mirrored when the observers did not want him to see them, when he was not being watched a black screen would come down. There where some hatches on the ceiling, but they could not be opened from the inside. A large screen took up most of the wall opposite the bed, it had some buttons below it and there was some small doors underneath.
The experiment was taken to the middle of the room, the guards stayed blocking the doorway, he was let off his leash and the handcuffs were taken off. The guns remained aimed at him until the door was closed and locked tightly.
The experiment looked around, wondering what to do. Then he noticed the mirrored glass, he had never seen himself before and didn't know what he looked like. He was black, his patches where red and his nose and claws a deep maroon, he looked considerably like the creature in the next cage, except for his ears, antenna and tail, her ears were long and pointed, his where quite big and rounded, her antenna were long with curls at the end, his were short, erect, and tipped with red. Her tail was fluffy and long, his was short. His eyes had a weird red sheen to them and the light reflected back, instead of being white, was red.
Finally he turned his attention away from the glass and saw the screen, he is immediately intrigued by it, he approached it with caution, his red eyes shone from the light emitted by a dim plasma bulb. He looked at the big screen, awed by it's size, he went forward and pressed the red button, the one with 'power' written above it.
"….THAT'S ALL FROM INTER GALACTIC NEWS TONIGHT. HOW TO DEBUG SUPER TURBO IIV© ENGINES IS ON NEXT…." The TV blared out. The experiment, used to the silence of the room leaped out of his skin when the sound reached his sensitive ears. He leaped almost half way across the room and hid under the bed with terror. When his heart had settled down to its usual beat, he poked his head out, and looked at the screen. He had never seen a TV before, but the moving pictures did not seem to pose a threat in any way, so he slipped out from under the bed, he looked about feeling silly and finally advanced towards the screen. He found the knob with the volume and turned it down to a more acceptable level. Then he looked down and saw the cupboard doors, He reached out and opened it, to his surprise an array of VCCs (Video Compact Chips) in little plastic boxes and a remote control was contained on a large shelf. He had never even seen a VCC or a TV before but he instantly knew what they where and how to use them. He sat down in front of them and started pulling out random titles; 'Super-SpaceBunny and the horrid cheese', was the first he looked at, this he chucked away in disgust to look for more exiting films. He, for some reason, wanted ones with big explosions, plenty of violence and lots of death. He finally found a film he liked and took it out of the shelf; "The Grim Reaper" it was called, the name had really nothing to do with his decision, it was the big explosion on the front and the parts of peoples bodies flying everywhere that caught his eye. The synopsis read: "The day when the immortal, suicidal maniac also known as the 'Grim Reaper' came to the planet Zmazikah. It is the Galaxy Polices' task to recapture the maniac and put him to death. Will the Immortal Suicidal maniac Manage to kill the entire planet, or will he be recaptured?
"The most violent, bloodthirsty film of this centaury."- Intergalactic Times.
"Too gruesome for ratings."- The Star
This film seemed right up his street so he popped the case open. He carefully plucked the small chip out of the casing and inserted it in a corresponding slot in the TV. He took the remote and went over to his bed, it was not a particularly comfy bed but it didn't bother him much. He found that the bed was not quite opposite the TV so he pushed it until it aligned. There he sat, lounging on the bed and watching the movie. The film had no particular storyline, but he didn't really care, all he wanted to see was death and explosions, of these it had plenty.
He briefly wondered why there was a state-of-the-art TV in a prison cell, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
When the film had finished he grew bored, he wanted something else to do and he was hungry. As if by magic some food and a magazine came out of one of the slots in the back wall. He approached with caution; some little cracker like biscuits lay in the tray along with a odd looking magazine. He ignored the magazine and reached his clawed hand out and picked up a cracker. It didn't taste extremely good, but neither was it disgusting. It was the first food he had ever had, and he was extremely famished, so he ate the rest up without any hesitation. When he had finished the lot he was thirsty, no water had come out of the slots so he looked around. The sink was the first thing that came to mind, he bounded over to it and leaped onto the rim, started running the tap, he took a huge gulp of the clear fluid. For some reason he felt like sticking his whole body under the cold tap, there was nothing stopping him so he did. The cold water ran across his black fur, it made little dewdrops and fell of his back without him getting wet. He came to the conclusion he was waterproof. He turned the tap off and jumped back to the floor, he shook himself to get rid of any remaining drops.
He was bored again so he found the magazine; he flipped through it and ripped out some pages. Then he looked at the toilet, an idea came to his mind. He picked up the magazine and the tattered pages, stepped over to the toilet, and chucked one page in. He flushed the toilet; the paper disappeared along with lots of water.
"Ooh" he exclaimed. He did the same with the rest of the magazine, page by page. When the magazine was disposed of, he turned and saw the toilet roll. He grabbed the end and started running and jumping over the whole room, when the roll ran out another one automatically fell out of the slot. He left this one because he might need it.
He suddenly realized he was tired, he looked for a light switch, as far as he could see there wasn't one, so he climbed the wall and smashed the light, plasma fell to the ground with a splash; all the toilet roll absorbed it creating a sticky mush. He leaped from the ceiling straight onto the bed, his eyes could see as well in the dark as in the day. He was asleep almost instantly.
What he did not know was that his every move was being watched and recorded, all of his destructive and violent behavior monitored. Things were not looking good for his future, especially after the film he chose; he was not even aware he was being watched.
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Ok, this chapter sucks. It was going to be a horror story but I just can't write horror. Don't worry some chapters to come will be a bit violent (not much though) and he will have some disturbing dreams.
They walked him across the room to a door in-between two of the cages; they opened the door using a iris recognition system, specially programmed to Kohee's eyes. They where in a corridor, there was a door on each side; 4 and 5. The experiment was led into cage 4, it's door was opened by a similar iris lock. The cage was large and was lightly furnished, a bed was in one corner, a toilet and sink in an other, this was hidden from the observers by a temporary barrier, a removable barrier stood in the middle of the floor, it could be moved to wherever the captive wanted, there where some slots in the back wall a tray stood underneath it to catch whatever was ejected. One wall was made of glass, and could become mirrored when the observers did not want him to see them, when he was not being watched a black screen would come down. There where some hatches on the ceiling, but they could not be opened from the inside. A large screen took up most of the wall opposite the bed, it had some buttons below it and there was some small doors underneath.
The experiment was taken to the middle of the room, the guards stayed blocking the doorway, he was let off his leash and the handcuffs were taken off. The guns remained aimed at him until the door was closed and locked tightly.
The experiment looked around, wondering what to do. Then he noticed the mirrored glass, he had never seen himself before and didn't know what he looked like. He was black, his patches where red and his nose and claws a deep maroon, he looked considerably like the creature in the next cage, except for his ears, antenna and tail, her ears were long and pointed, his where quite big and rounded, her antenna were long with curls at the end, his were short, erect, and tipped with red. Her tail was fluffy and long, his was short. His eyes had a weird red sheen to them and the light reflected back, instead of being white, was red.
Finally he turned his attention away from the glass and saw the screen, he is immediately intrigued by it, he approached it with caution, his red eyes shone from the light emitted by a dim plasma bulb. He looked at the big screen, awed by it's size, he went forward and pressed the red button, the one with 'power' written above it.
"….THAT'S ALL FROM INTER GALACTIC NEWS TONIGHT. HOW TO DEBUG SUPER TURBO IIV© ENGINES IS ON NEXT…." The TV blared out. The experiment, used to the silence of the room leaped out of his skin when the sound reached his sensitive ears. He leaped almost half way across the room and hid under the bed with terror. When his heart had settled down to its usual beat, he poked his head out, and looked at the screen. He had never seen a TV before, but the moving pictures did not seem to pose a threat in any way, so he slipped out from under the bed, he looked about feeling silly and finally advanced towards the screen. He found the knob with the volume and turned it down to a more acceptable level. Then he looked down and saw the cupboard doors, He reached out and opened it, to his surprise an array of VCCs (Video Compact Chips) in little plastic boxes and a remote control was contained on a large shelf. He had never even seen a VCC or a TV before but he instantly knew what they where and how to use them. He sat down in front of them and started pulling out random titles; 'Super-SpaceBunny and the horrid cheese', was the first he looked at, this he chucked away in disgust to look for more exiting films. He, for some reason, wanted ones with big explosions, plenty of violence and lots of death. He finally found a film he liked and took it out of the shelf; "The Grim Reaper" it was called, the name had really nothing to do with his decision, it was the big explosion on the front and the parts of peoples bodies flying everywhere that caught his eye. The synopsis read: "The day when the immortal, suicidal maniac also known as the 'Grim Reaper' came to the planet Zmazikah. It is the Galaxy Polices' task to recapture the maniac and put him to death. Will the Immortal Suicidal maniac Manage to kill the entire planet, or will he be recaptured?
"The most violent, bloodthirsty film of this centaury."- Intergalactic Times.
"Too gruesome for ratings."- The Star
This film seemed right up his street so he popped the case open. He carefully plucked the small chip out of the casing and inserted it in a corresponding slot in the TV. He took the remote and went over to his bed, it was not a particularly comfy bed but it didn't bother him much. He found that the bed was not quite opposite the TV so he pushed it until it aligned. There he sat, lounging on the bed and watching the movie. The film had no particular storyline, but he didn't really care, all he wanted to see was death and explosions, of these it had plenty.
He briefly wondered why there was a state-of-the-art TV in a prison cell, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
When the film had finished he grew bored, he wanted something else to do and he was hungry. As if by magic some food and a magazine came out of one of the slots in the back wall. He approached with caution; some little cracker like biscuits lay in the tray along with a odd looking magazine. He ignored the magazine and reached his clawed hand out and picked up a cracker. It didn't taste extremely good, but neither was it disgusting. It was the first food he had ever had, and he was extremely famished, so he ate the rest up without any hesitation. When he had finished the lot he was thirsty, no water had come out of the slots so he looked around. The sink was the first thing that came to mind, he bounded over to it and leaped onto the rim, started running the tap, he took a huge gulp of the clear fluid. For some reason he felt like sticking his whole body under the cold tap, there was nothing stopping him so he did. The cold water ran across his black fur, it made little dewdrops and fell of his back without him getting wet. He came to the conclusion he was waterproof. He turned the tap off and jumped back to the floor, he shook himself to get rid of any remaining drops.
He was bored again so he found the magazine; he flipped through it and ripped out some pages. Then he looked at the toilet, an idea came to his mind. He picked up the magazine and the tattered pages, stepped over to the toilet, and chucked one page in. He flushed the toilet; the paper disappeared along with lots of water.
"Ooh" he exclaimed. He did the same with the rest of the magazine, page by page. When the magazine was disposed of, he turned and saw the toilet roll. He grabbed the end and started running and jumping over the whole room, when the roll ran out another one automatically fell out of the slot. He left this one because he might need it.
He suddenly realized he was tired, he looked for a light switch, as far as he could see there wasn't one, so he climbed the wall and smashed the light, plasma fell to the ground with a splash; all the toilet roll absorbed it creating a sticky mush. He leaped from the ceiling straight onto the bed, his eyes could see as well in the dark as in the day. He was asleep almost instantly.
What he did not know was that his every move was being watched and recorded, all of his destructive and violent behavior monitored. Things were not looking good for his future, especially after the film he chose; he was not even aware he was being watched.
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Ok, this chapter sucks. It was going to be a horror story but I just can't write horror. Don't worry some chapters to come will be a bit violent (not much though) and he will have some disturbing dreams.