Chapter 1IT didn’t know where it was. IT didn’t know what it was. It didn’t knowwho the men in white coats were surrounding the table, nor why it wasstrapped to the table, or much of anything, really. But what IT did know wasthat it wanted a drink of water.IT decided that being strapped to a table was overrated, so it merelysat up, breaking the magnetically-sealed steel reinforced bands holding it likeso many daisy chains. For some reason, all the…doctors,
yes, that’s what they were
, were yelling and screaming like mad.
Perhaps they were indanger. But what could possibly threaten them in this….laboratory?
Odd, it seemed like doctors should be in hospitals, not laboratories
, thought IT.Its thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an overwhelming pain inits…
what was the word….oh yes, there it is:
shoulder. Upon closer scrutiny, ITrealized there was a tube inserted into its arm. In fact, there were severaltubes, connected all over his body…
wait a minute
Well, no need for these
, he thought, pulling them out of his arm. It hurt for a few seconds,but then the pain strangely vanished. He looked again and saw that his armdidn’t have any marks on it whatsoever; not even a small speck like when hegot his smallpox shot.
Well, that’s…odd. I need a drink of water…
In the middle of the lab’s mayhem, he paused for a minute, just toreview what he knew so far: 1) He was a he (somehow that seemedreassuring). 2) He was a thirsty “he.” 3) He was in a lab. 4) He wassurrounded by doctors who seemed to be in danger. 5) Doctors belonged inhospitals, not laboratories. 6) He could apparently heal rapidly. Lastly, 7) Hehad had smallpox shot at some point in his life.
A good beginning
Men have started with less.
Ah, 8) He was a man. At this rate, heshouldn’t have anything to worry about.After concluding his list, IT (for he didn’t know what else to call himself)began to ponder the great questions of life:
Who am I? Where did I comefrom? What am I?
Granted, the last usually isn’t a great wonder to a greatmany people, but you’d be surprised.
Maybe I can ask one of these doctors…they’ll surely know.
IT turned towards the nearest doctor and said politely, “Excuse me, butcould you tell me what I am?” as nonchalantly as if you or I were asking fordirections home. For some reason, the doctor only went white with sheerterror and in his haste to find the nearest exit, slipped on the liquid spilling onthe floor from the IVs IT had taken out of his arm. IT bent down to help thepoor man and because the man seemed to be trying desperately to crawlaway, grabbed the easiest thing available: the back of his collar. With nomore effort than flicking a fly, IT lifted the man bodily off the floor with onearm and stood him on his feet. The man ceased screaming and merely staredat this seemingly Superman-like person holding him a foot off the ground. ITthought this was rather strange (when good manners dictated that the man