Caveman's Disclaimer: Uggah! Me not own Blizzerd! (That's right. I thawed him out with a hair dryer just for this. Proud?)
I'm trapped in my own body. Sounds like something from a crappy old holovid, doesn't it? You know, "The Alien That Stole My Body" and such. Well, It's not an alien in my head. It's a robot, a machine.
Oh, yes. I think I'm crazy too, sometimes. I think: What? You're nuts, Adj. There's nothing in your head but a psychopath. Just as I'm sure it'm right, that thing happily chirps out some random statistic with my voice or accepts an order, and I know that it's true. Yes sir, no nutcase here. Just a cyborg with a problem. I guess that's what I am, too. It doesn't sound right, but that's probably it talking. After all, I'm not supposed to exist at all anymore, am I?
I don't remember much about before. Before what? Before whatever happened happened. Before I got into an accident or whatever and somebody picked up my body and thought I'd make a good lab rat. Before I ceased to be a normal woman (I'm not sure about the normal bit, though. I just can't remember... Was I religious? Was I in politics? What sort of music did I like? Had I ever been in love?) of the species homo sapiens and became a hideous automaton whose sole purpose was to mindlessly reply to the commands of creatures I care nothing about. Well... maybe not Jim. He's sort of cute...
I try to hint to someone, anyone, that I'm still in here. A wink here, a comment out of character there, that sort of thing. It doesn't work. Nobody seems to notice, and if they do they don't say anything. I suppose that they'd feel pretty stupid in a conversation like this:
"Dude! I think that robot chick just winked at me!"
"Faggot. You're so desperate you're fantasizing about the fucking computer!"
"But..."
See? Nobody talks. Ever. I wish that somebody could plant a bullet in my head by accident. I've tried to do it myself, but all that it results in is a headache. It takes nearly an hour just to pick the gun up. Full motor control is out of the question. So... yeah. I'm stuck in my own head. It's a lot of fun.
Author's Note: I tried for a slightly more angsty and sarcastic chapter this time around. I always wondered what the Adjutant was, so I wrote something. Sort of creepy. I scare myself sometimes.