02-29-2016, 09:08 PM
Summoned?
Summoned like some demon from hell, summoned like some useful fool, summoned like I had no life of my own! The idea was revolting, meanwhile, I could still hear the scraping of the forks and I sobbed wet tears, which rolled down my chapped cheeks. My eyes were still intact, that was true, but why wouldn’t they see? The pent-up fury rose from inside of me as though it was spawned from the depths of hell. And the battle that had nearly killed me, fresh on my mind.
The nurse told me, in detail, about some horrible deity -I saw him as a sadistic creature, however- who brings people and Primes here from far off worlds to his own. If you’re selected as a prime, well, you’re pretty much set. But apparently I hadn’t been so lucky, because if I had been a prime, maybe I would’ve been able to heal the glitch that had made my eyes not function.
After the summary was over, I lost track of the tingling sensation in my hands. The darkness I saw, or rather, didn’t see, was filled with insurmountable rage. It was at this moment that I had realized I had not been created blind, but that I had been made blind, later I found the name, which intrigued me, and fit the shoe very nicely.
I had been made blind by the one they called Omni.
-
The next few weeks were a blur, filled with food, drink, and the occasional click of the television’s channel changing. I grew fond of the android nurse, and when I asked, she would tell me what things around the room looked like. I could picture color, and I could pretty much distinguish what kind of surface an object had based on sound. It wasn’t like I was at a complete disadvantage, but starting out this journey had been rough. And what made it even rougher, was that there was no home for me to go back to. I missed my mom, I missed my dad, and of course, I missed little Toby too. I wish they’d come visit me, but apparently I’d been brought to some place called Coruscant, after the battle. Along with some other people who just happened to be passing by when they got caught in the crossfire.
One person even died.
A part of me envied them. While they got peace I got served up a whole lot of nothing.
And then there was the grief. It was gruesome and drowned me like a million unrelenting waves at the most inopportune times, or just when I thought things were getting back to normal, then came the memories of the family I no longer had, or a sudden flash of a beautiful color or ‘view’ I had once seen, but would never again.
“Tell me about the view outside my window, will you Nurse two-eight-five?” I requested in a clear voice, so there would be no confusion in her programming.
“Of course,” I heard her mechanisms lead her slowly over to the window, which lead into the beyond and mystical, Coruscant. “Of what would you like to know about the view?”
“Tell me all that you see, please.” I requested, a bit modestly, but I was always curious and intrigued to hear how the description changed from day to day.
“We are approximately four hundred and fifty seven floors from the surface. The architecture is modern and contemporary, matching the time period that Coruscant was created from. It is dark out, and the lights are a warm orange, while there is the occasional passing by of a hovercraft, there are no birds to be seen and the sky is not visible from this Tier. Instead there are many lights speckled in a pattern of two-three-one-four, each leading upward at a ninety degree angle, like a ladder to the sky.” Her metallic voice began to get more technical, but I interrupted her, with my petty musings.
“Wow... They must look like stars.” After all, spots of light on darkness, surely had to resemble street and city lights a little bit, even if the tint was not necessarily blue. It made me wonder, though, whether or not computers in robots even saw. But of course, this robot was obviously able to see more than I was. It was too bad a machine couldn’t appreciate beauty in the same way it made man marvel with wonder.
“Would you like me to continue?” Her voice paused. She would wait exactly five minutes before departing the room if I did not request anything or say much more. There were other rooms in the hospital after all, and my wounds had healed up. I was only recovering my ability to stand before they would set me free. I didn’t dare tell them I had no money to pay for my hospital bills, because then I would have no where to go, and the idea of staying in a hotel room for the rest of my life, or trying to find an apartment on my own with no furniture or funds didn’t exactly appeal to me. I decided that being diagnosed blind was something that warranted a busy vacation.
Before I knew it, the five minutes of prolonged silence was up, and I heard her stiff movements lead across the room and the whiff of astringent air glide towards me with the corresponding close of the automatic door.
I sighed and exhaled an extended breath of air.
I liked the sensation as it filled my lungs so full, it made me feel as though I was brimming with life. Another sigh left my lips, I felt a bit regretful about it all and I found it strange that I would never again see myself wear the color black. It was ironic, that was for sure. Or perhaps eye-ronic was more accurate. Even so, the days dragged by, and my sanity was brought to the brink. I needed to escape this cage.
I hated the hospital. I hated it even more knowing it was based under the Empire’s name. What had once been a fictional scenario from my own world, had sprouted wings on its way to reality. I grew tired of hearing stories of the adventures people had experienced in the other “verses” as they were called, and I simply craved to make my own.
It didn’t matter what I would lose along the way. Even my life wasn’t worth rotting in this hell. It would be worth it, even if all I could do was try.
So try I did.
...
It was quarter-past seven when I sprung my own escape. And you can imagine how hard that is, when you’re blind, the corridors were a labyrinth, and I had to have Nurse two-eight-five tell read me the fire escapes a million times before I remembered the exit. This blind thing was sure as heck a strain.
There was nothing to look at, and nothing for me to see, as I recounted the order of turns “left, right, or straight” that I was supposed to take. As I strode around in my hospital dress, I took the wrong turn and had to retrace my steps after a face-full of wall. The ache stung on my nose, but still I pressed onward, with a backpack full of food on my back, and the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet.
A little too early, the alarms sounded. It wasn’t that I wasn’t allowed to leave, but it was “dangerous to my health” for me to leave my room without an accompanied guard or nurse. Not to mention, the hospital, without paying my dues.
The sirens were extraordinarily loud in my sensitive ears, so that I had fumbled with my headphones -which were sound-canceling- I had asked the nurse to retrieve for me from the lost and found. I assured her they wouldn’t be missed, and now they held snug-as-glue around my ears. Ahhh sweet relief.
I relaxed and the only thing I heard was the pumping of my own heart, and the rush of thick blood as it flowed throughout my veins. There was slime on the floor somewhere, which put off the acute balance of my brisk pace and I was sent with a tumble, as I slipped and slid into the hard ground.
“Ughh.” I heard my vocal chords complain as I picked myself up. The lockdown would begin soon, and there was no way I would be around for them to find me. I was too close to escape now. This was my prison break- and just like the movies, there would be only one chance.
I had memorized the overall layout of this floor of the building and had been glad to go through the elevator without problems. Speeding on the road to freedom, I had a few more turns to make and I’d be on the street.
Summoned like some demon from hell, summoned like some useful fool, summoned like I had no life of my own! The idea was revolting, meanwhile, I could still hear the scraping of the forks and I sobbed wet tears, which rolled down my chapped cheeks. My eyes were still intact, that was true, but why wouldn’t they see? The pent-up fury rose from inside of me as though it was spawned from the depths of hell. And the battle that had nearly killed me, fresh on my mind.
The nurse told me, in detail, about some horrible deity -I saw him as a sadistic creature, however- who brings people and Primes here from far off worlds to his own. If you’re selected as a prime, well, you’re pretty much set. But apparently I hadn’t been so lucky, because if I had been a prime, maybe I would’ve been able to heal the glitch that had made my eyes not function.
After the summary was over, I lost track of the tingling sensation in my hands. The darkness I saw, or rather, didn’t see, was filled with insurmountable rage. It was at this moment that I had realized I had not been created blind, but that I had been made blind, later I found the name, which intrigued me, and fit the shoe very nicely.
I had been made blind by the one they called Omni.
-
The next few weeks were a blur, filled with food, drink, and the occasional click of the television’s channel changing. I grew fond of the android nurse, and when I asked, she would tell me what things around the room looked like. I could picture color, and I could pretty much distinguish what kind of surface an object had based on sound. It wasn’t like I was at a complete disadvantage, but starting out this journey had been rough. And what made it even rougher, was that there was no home for me to go back to. I missed my mom, I missed my dad, and of course, I missed little Toby too. I wish they’d come visit me, but apparently I’d been brought to some place called Coruscant, after the battle. Along with some other people who just happened to be passing by when they got caught in the crossfire.
One person even died.
A part of me envied them. While they got peace I got served up a whole lot of nothing.
And then there was the grief. It was gruesome and drowned me like a million unrelenting waves at the most inopportune times, or just when I thought things were getting back to normal, then came the memories of the family I no longer had, or a sudden flash of a beautiful color or ‘view’ I had once seen, but would never again.
“Tell me about the view outside my window, will you Nurse two-eight-five?” I requested in a clear voice, so there would be no confusion in her programming.
“Of course,” I heard her mechanisms lead her slowly over to the window, which lead into the beyond and mystical, Coruscant. “Of what would you like to know about the view?”
“Tell me all that you see, please.” I requested, a bit modestly, but I was always curious and intrigued to hear how the description changed from day to day.
“We are approximately four hundred and fifty seven floors from the surface. The architecture is modern and contemporary, matching the time period that Coruscant was created from. It is dark out, and the lights are a warm orange, while there is the occasional passing by of a hovercraft, there are no birds to be seen and the sky is not visible from this Tier. Instead there are many lights speckled in a pattern of two-three-one-four, each leading upward at a ninety degree angle, like a ladder to the sky.” Her metallic voice began to get more technical, but I interrupted her, with my petty musings.
“Wow... They must look like stars.” After all, spots of light on darkness, surely had to resemble street and city lights a little bit, even if the tint was not necessarily blue. It made me wonder, though, whether or not computers in robots even saw. But of course, this robot was obviously able to see more than I was. It was too bad a machine couldn’t appreciate beauty in the same way it made man marvel with wonder.
“Would you like me to continue?” Her voice paused. She would wait exactly five minutes before departing the room if I did not request anything or say much more. There were other rooms in the hospital after all, and my wounds had healed up. I was only recovering my ability to stand before they would set me free. I didn’t dare tell them I had no money to pay for my hospital bills, because then I would have no where to go, and the idea of staying in a hotel room for the rest of my life, or trying to find an apartment on my own with no furniture or funds didn’t exactly appeal to me. I decided that being diagnosed blind was something that warranted a busy vacation.
Before I knew it, the five minutes of prolonged silence was up, and I heard her stiff movements lead across the room and the whiff of astringent air glide towards me with the corresponding close of the automatic door.
I sighed and exhaled an extended breath of air.
I liked the sensation as it filled my lungs so full, it made me feel as though I was brimming with life. Another sigh left my lips, I felt a bit regretful about it all and I found it strange that I would never again see myself wear the color black. It was ironic, that was for sure. Or perhaps eye-ronic was more accurate. Even so, the days dragged by, and my sanity was brought to the brink. I needed to escape this cage.
I hated the hospital. I hated it even more knowing it was based under the Empire’s name. What had once been a fictional scenario from my own world, had sprouted wings on its way to reality. I grew tired of hearing stories of the adventures people had experienced in the other “verses” as they were called, and I simply craved to make my own.
It didn’t matter what I would lose along the way. Even my life wasn’t worth rotting in this hell. It would be worth it, even if all I could do was try.
So try I did.
...
It was quarter-past seven when I sprung my own escape. And you can imagine how hard that is, when you’re blind, the corridors were a labyrinth, and I had to have Nurse two-eight-five tell read me the fire escapes a million times before I remembered the exit. This blind thing was sure as heck a strain.
There was nothing to look at, and nothing for me to see, as I recounted the order of turns “left, right, or straight” that I was supposed to take. As I strode around in my hospital dress, I took the wrong turn and had to retrace my steps after a face-full of wall. The ache stung on my nose, but still I pressed onward, with a backpack full of food on my back, and the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet.
A little too early, the alarms sounded. It wasn’t that I wasn’t allowed to leave, but it was “dangerous to my health” for me to leave my room without an accompanied guard or nurse. Not to mention, the hospital, without paying my dues.
The sirens were extraordinarily loud in my sensitive ears, so that I had fumbled with my headphones -which were sound-canceling- I had asked the nurse to retrieve for me from the lost and found. I assured her they wouldn’t be missed, and now they held snug-as-glue around my ears. Ahhh sweet relief.
I relaxed and the only thing I heard was the pumping of my own heart, and the rush of thick blood as it flowed throughout my veins. There was slime on the floor somewhere, which put off the acute balance of my brisk pace and I was sent with a tumble, as I slipped and slid into the hard ground.
“Ughh.” I heard my vocal chords complain as I picked myself up. The lockdown would begin soon, and there was no way I would be around for them to find me. I was too close to escape now. This was my prison break- and just like the movies, there would be only one chance.
I had memorized the overall layout of this floor of the building and had been glad to go through the elevator without problems. Speeding on the road to freedom, I had a few more turns to make and I’d be on the street.