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Moving ever so slowly when the sensation of movement began, the closer to the portal window to the outside world comes on faster, faster, and then in a harsh shove there is the fall.
I remember many a friend saying I must of fallen on my head at birth, and from how this all happened, I had to then agree, it is the truth!
Gasping for air, my mouth open, eyes burning from the massive of bodily fluids coating them, as I blink them back in a vain try to see this my new world.
Flagging arms and kicking legs, I contort my body in a wild struggle to get up, to stand upright, fearful of injury and or my own death.
Horrified by the unfriendly room I find myself in, a bright light glares down on me, and from one side I feel as if my head is being licked.
"You are all right now, everything is fine, you are feeling the anxiety we told you would come from such a drastic experiment." I hear her say, as if I should know the voice and to whom it belongs, but my memory seems affected by the time I spent in the cocoon.
"Cocoon, it felt more like a large womb than a tightly mummification done to me, but for what reason, and should I know why, it all seems so muddled!" I think to myself, while watching in a casual calmness as three young female nurses work hastily to clean my body of the stinging waste plaster to my body from that the cocoon.
Nervous, feeling upset and excited while anxious, the three nurses aid me in dressing my naked body into loose fitting clothing.
A portly to bluntly fat sort of man storms through two doors and stomps his big feet as he comes to stand before me.
He comes and looks at me with some sense of wonder, carefully making hand contact at certain places along my feet, legs, thighs, and buttocks.
The three nurses stand in reverent silence, as if standing at attention before some dignitary.
"Let him rest for ten hours, then begin the testing on a continuous basis, relenting not a moment but checking his stamina and ability for speed." The portly big man so orders, and then turns on one heel and stomps back through the two doors where he came in.
Willing to sleep from my abrasively harsh arrival back into the world of the living. I lay on my side and within moments of lying down I am asleep and as dead to the world.
Ping,ping,ping, and I awake to a table set by my bed, it comprised of a salad mixing bowl and it filled to the brim with what to me then seemed as oatmeal.
"Hungry as is sin," I dove headlong into the bowl, forgetting to use a spoon, or even my hands, but eating as do the animals of the world; mouth buried into whatever was the proper food you whatever was you.
All swallowed, I sat there feeling sated and ready if not willing to do whatever these pretty young nurses might ask.
"Is it ready?" I hear a blunt sounding query question as if this one who is me is needed elsewhere; but I feel slighted when referred to as being an it.
The door to my room opens, and I look up from where I sat expecting to see the lovely smiling face of a pretty nurse.
It eyed me with a harshness that from my own facial expression made the thing laugh with a outlandishly loud blustery laugh.
"We begin today with your training sessions, and after 24 hours of continuous exercise to make your body fit, we then plan to massage your aching muscles, helping them to conform to what you asked them to become as we here find for you an enhancement and need.
You cannot get into the Olympic games unless you train and show to those in charge that such as you has even the slightest possibility to win!" Said this thing, he the blending somehow of a human torso and the lower, hind parts and portion of something resembling the form of one gruff looking stag.
Written by AdobeFats
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