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“What’s 2 + 2?” A mechanical voice whirs down below.
Some spitting noises and other wet noises fill the air.
“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?” The machine continues on.
The noises are muffled a bit in all the fog to this man. It was like someone took a train and hit him multiple times over and over.
The robot went and went until some type of human voice came out and broke the static in the man’s head.
“Cognitive test partially completed” the robot confirmed.
A long whirring came as the robot came closer and closer.
Ziiiiiiiiiiiipppppppp….
A wave of coldness rushed over the man’s body before he began to feel a lot more in his body. The sticky feeling all over his skin. A tube was down his throat and something was stuck in his..nether regions.
“Eye movement detected”
All at once the robot ripped them out of him. The throat tube which made him want to gag till the next sunrise. The one that came out of his nether regions was easier but definitely not as comfortable.
“Ahhfhh….” the man tried to speak desperately.
“What’s two plus two?” The robot asked.
Again the same question. The man tried to speak but it was almost like speaking was foreign to him. He heaved for a bit moving his lips and tongue.
“What’s two plus two?” The robot asked again.
“Fuck-“ the man barely said raspy.
“Incorrect. What’s two plus two?”
“Go…to….hell..” the man felt so incredibly heavy.
He could hear shuffling beneath him and he wanted to look. That’s when words started to fill the air. It was below him but the man clung to every word.
“What…what is this?” One of the voices asked.
“I have no idea..” the other croaked barely.
“What’s two plus two?”
“Four dumbass…” the man finally answered.
He was about to look down and that’s when the bed whirred moving down. Eventually he reached the floor where the voices next to him got louder.
“Hopefully he knows…”
“I-uhh think we should get up that ladder”
The man finally heaved himself up to a sitting position. He could see the other two men sitting down. They were completely naked and both of them had bigger things on their mind. One was a little buffer but they looked almost identical. Their long dirty blond hair and those piercing blue eyes. The two beards on the men were incredibly long.
The man grabbed at his chin feeling a way smaller beard then these two. He tried to take a step off the bed but immediately stumbled onto the floor.
The slighter buffer men laughs before looking guilty for laughing.
“Hello” the less buff one said with the most nervous half smile.
This man looked behind the one crumpled in the ground.
“Oh it says your name is Simon” the man point on the screen on Simon’s coma bed.
“Simon?” Simon asked before looking behind him, seeing his name with some vitals about him.
The statistic about HRT being 100% was the one his eyes went immediately to because the other two men’s beds didn’t have that. Simon looked down at himself with his chest covered in a thin coat of a sticky substance. He had massive scars under his chest and when he looked down he didn’t see what he wanted to.
Fuck…he didn’t have a penis and he couldn’t remember why. The other two men did and it was painfully obvious they saw Simon without one.
“Can you look at the other two names? I’m the top bunk..” The buffer man asked.
The buff man didn’t care he was exposed at all while the other one tried his best to sit in a position to hide himself.
Simon looked up to see the names “Colt Seavers” and “Ryland Grace”.
“The first one is Colt Seavers and the second is Dr. Ryland Grace….” Simon barely got out with his raspy voice.
Colt began to move his arms up and down in a stretch before nodding at Simon. Ryland was squinting the whole time but nodding too.
“There’s also more…roles assigned….Colt is labeled the pilot…Ryland is the scientist…and I’m the engineer…”
All three sat in silence as the new reality was set on them. They don’t remember anything, not even their own names and they are on some mission…
The robot arm thing whirred close to the three men.
“Good morning Colt Seavers, Dr. Ryland Grace, and Simon. Want your morning shave?”
A razor is held in the robot’s arm and it moves toward them a bit. None of them jump at the opportunity to get shaved. The hatch to the room opens which the ladder leads to. Colt immediately stands with a huge wobble but makes his way to the ladder. Simon and Ryland just watched.
“Wait…maybe we aren’t supposed to go up yet…” Ryland squeaks out.
“I don’t know about you two..but I don’t love the idea of sitting around naked for something to happen” Colt responds as he grunts to the next ladder ring.
The bottoms of the bunk beds hiss before showing items in it. Clothes more importantly. Simon sits up looking through the clothes. He grabs an orange jumpsuit that has NASA written on it before shimming into it.
“No….” Ryland says with horror in his eyes as he holds his own jumpsuit.
Ryland was looking down at the insignia on his clothes. He grazes the golden wings and his name is stitched on the jumpsuit with his thumb. A shakiness in his hand.
“What?” Simon asks.
“We are in space…”
Both Colt and Simon freeze at the statement.
“Fuck…” Simon and Colt mutter under their breath.