Human formers verse

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Human formers verse

Imagine waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling feeling disoriented, and realizing something does not feel right. You are in a cell, a small one, walls covered in cold sterile white tiles that are favored by lab because they’re easy to wash off.

There is another cell next to yours, bars serrate them. Just wide enough for an arm or hand to slip through.

From beyond the bars of her cell you can see that there are white tiles everywhere and stainless steel tables gleaming dully in the harsh over head lights and the rank stench of disinfectants is heavy in the cold air.

Men in white coats, they are obviously scientists, walk up to the cell door and talk about you as if you are an object and you get to find out exactly what they plan to do to you.

So begins their nightmare.

 

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