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A few streetlights were giving out light in the hollow street, but there were nothing, except the shadows of the streetlights. That was an elegant image. Most of the time, I enjoyed that kind of solitude, however, I didn’t have time to appreciate things, because I was in deep water. I was lost. My time machine wasn’t working properly, I was sent to an unknown period of time – I was lost in time. I needed to think, in order to work out what I needed to do. Leaning on the streetlamp, I closed my eyes, and started to think. I had two options; first, I could try to use the machine to go back to the time I belonged to, but that was risky, because the machine might not be able to send me to the right time, it was possible and probable that it might send me to a dangerous period of time, like war time, then I would be dead. So far, as I could observe, this place was a little bit strange but safe. Second, option, I could send a message to my mother and father through the machine and tell them the information of this place, they would come and save me. This option was less risky than the previous one, but then I would have to find out which year I was in. It meant I had to expose myself in front of the unknown-periodpeople, because I had to do my investigation in daytime. I didn’t know what
kind of people they were, and how different we were. There was risk too, but even more dangerous was that, I didn’t know the level of this risk. The dawn was breaking. After a long meditation, I decided to take the unknown risk. I would stay in this unknown place and do my investigation and then send the message, but first, I would go to a mall to find clues about what these people looked like. When I was walking toward the big street, suddenly, I heard some noises; they were like wild animals’ calls. I turned; some grotesque creatures were running unsteadily toward me. They were making harsh noises from their throats and they were holding bottles in their hands. I tried to run, but I was not a good runner. Though they were staggering, they caught me and stared at me furiously. I could see those horrible and eccentric creatures closely, the top and the side and the back of their heads were full of fine black strings, and two of them have shorter strings growing from their chins. They were really weird; their ears were small and growing in the wrong places. They looked angry and their faces were twisted. They were ugly. Just like that, they stared at me for a while and they started to beat me. They pushed me, and I fell. They stepped on me in the guts and punched me in the face and kicked every part of my body. I could not feel pain, but I could
not think either. It felt like diving in the water, or staying in the outer space, when I was kid, I used to dive in the bottom of the swimming pool until I could not bear it. In the water, absolute silence and solitude was everywhere. That was exactly what I was experiencing. Then, in a second, my mind was in a whirl and I lost my consciousness. When I woke up, I had a severe headache and my body was extremely sore. I looked around; a lot of machines were surrounding me, and lots of tubes from those machines were connected to me. This was definitely a hospital or a laboratory. I tried to move, but my hands and feet were confined on the bed, like the one in a lunatic asylum. A few minutes after I became sober, some grotesque creatures, which were the same species as the ones attacked me, came in. They said something that I could not understand and they left. After a while, they came in again with a few more creatures, this time, they didn’t say a word, and they conveyed me to a wheelchair. We left the room and passed a heavy automatic gate and went in a long and endless corridor. Beside the corridor, there were laboratories. The partitions between the laboratories were made of glass; therefore I could see every single detail that happened inside those laboratories – animals were used for experiments. That was an inferno. I
meant a real inferno. Animals’ screams were all I could hear. Death and despair were all I could scent, it was not a figure of speech, I could never forget that nauseating odor. In one of the labs, the barbarians shoved a thick tube down to a primate’s throat and delivered some brown and tarry substance into its stomach. When I looked into its eyes, it seemed like the primate was imploring me to give a helping hand. I turned, I couldn’t bear the fact that I could do nothing to help. I was heart-broken, but when I saw the barbarians next to me, I just wanted to spit on their faces. As I was passing the corridor, countless animals were suffering. They were compelled to inhale poisonous aerosols, and unknown substances were pumped into their stomach and lungs, unknown liquid, flake, granule or powered substances were squirt into their eyes. A rabbit, which had gone through the Draize test for eyes, had swollen eyelids and inflamed irises. Each time it was a heart-broken experience to look at it. Each test was unbearable. I didn’t want to think about them, but each groan and each scene were branded in my mind. It reminded me every time, when I was trying to forget it. In another lab, a rabbit was trembling in a small, airtight and transparent box with little tube connected with a bottle of liquefied gas, and then the
barbarians pressed the button on the bottle, in order to spray the aerosol. As more aerosols were inhaled by the rabbit, it started to cramp vigorously. Its face was twisted in extreme agony. At that moment, I was suffocated, and my heart was cramping as the rabbit. Finally, I passed the last lab, and not far away, I saw a door at the end of the corridor. And I knew I probably would experience the same agony as those animals were going through. In my expectation, behind the door, there was an operation platform. The disgusting barbarians convey me cautiously from the wheelchair to the shiny, steel bed. This time, not only my limbs were confined on the bed, so did my head. After they fixed me, they left me here and went out of the room. Just after they left the room, I started to think of my life. I thought of a verse ‘Thou shalt not fear’. When death was so near me, I had not fear. I thought it was mostly on account of my religion, I had peace in my heart. Except the pain I would have to suffer for a while, I had nothing to worry about. I knew where I was going to after my death, but I just felt a bit sorrowful for not saying goodbye to Dad and Mum. When I was imagining my life in heaven, the creatures came in with a cart full of different kinds of operation equipment, such as knives, tongs,
electric saws, et cetera. Then, they performed vivisection on me; they dissected me without giving me any anesthetic agent. The pain could not be described by any language in the world. I was in agony, but I became so sober. My mind was clear. I couldn’t explain. I had never been so conscious in my life. But then, I passed out. When I woke up, I looked around – it was the room that I stayed before I was sent to the operation room. It wasn’t heaven. I came back to life. I was alive. Those creatures didn’t kill me. This time, I wanted to live. I wanted to escape and go back to see Dad and Mum and enjoy my life, instead of waiting to die in this hospital or something. However, my limbs were confined on the bed as last time, and I was very weak, after the vivisection. I didn’t have any plan yet, I would wait until I got recovered. It seemed like those creature would not kill me for a period of time. One night, during my recovery, when I was praying regularly before bed, I heard a loud rumbling noise and someone walking toward my bed; it was Dad and his time machine. At the same time, the alarm was screaming, it seemed like the noise from the time machine woke the creatures up. Dad and I realized that we didn’t have much time left, we had to hurry up. He broke all the locks on my limbs. And then he put me in the time machine, at the
same time, the creatures also burst in the room, but at the last minute, Dad jumped in the time machine, and we left. During the journey back home, I asked Dad how he knew I was there. He told me that in my time machine, there was a parental function; all the records of each operation would be sent directly to the parents. He knew I was in trouble, because I would not be so irresponsible. And he came according to the record, and found out that I was on the newspaper headline for a whole month. He followed the trace on the newspaper, and he came to the hospital to rescue me. He kept on talking, from how Mum worried about me to how my cat worried about me. I knew he missed me a lot, and actually, so did I. Yet I really didn’t have the mood to talk to him, though I had a lot experiences to tell him, I just listened. After I went home, I had tea with my Mum and Dad immediately, because I loved them more than I thought before. And though I was fatigue and languid, I searched about those creatures. According to Dad, the year I lost in was 2009, which was trillion years ago. And as I found, those creatures which torture me and the animals were called human or homosapiens. How dare they call themselves ‘homo’! According to history, they were my ancestors. Yet I thought it was absolutely a crying shame to have such
ancestors. The groans and faces of the suffering animals were branded in my mind, every time I thought of the animals; it reminded me how ugly the homosapiens were. I could never forget their faces when they tortured the little animals and I. That was the most nauseating and disgusting thing I had ever seen in my life, yet they were my ancestors. How ironic the whole thing was.
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