Human Again: A Dystopian Sci-Fi Novel (Cryonemesis Book 1) by Moran Chaim Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Then you do it for a few years as your mandatory service, and then leave the real world with the good feeling that you helped your friends and family to survive. You can be whatever you want in the simulation. But here, it has to be perfect.”
    “Ok, I'm ready.”
    “Just relax and stay still, although you can close your eyes or open them because that doesn't matter. It will only take a minute.”
    Doctor Manu and his assistant stepped away to watch the test on a screen on the wall. It was the most intense minute I had ever experienced. I don’t think there is a drug in the world that could do the same as what happened to me there. I saw, heard, smelled, felt and tasted everything at once. It all happened so fast I couldn't understand what was happening. I saw lions running at me, cogs spinning, and waterfalls and geometric shapes. I saw neon colors and sunsets, snakes and trees. I heard Morse code and opera and whales and dolphins. I heard crickets and elephants, monkeys and bees. I felt metal on my hands and sand under my feet. Fire and ice. I tasted spicy and salty, sweet and sour. It all happened simultaneously. I kind of wished it to continue but Dr. Manu came back and it was over. It wasn’t pleasant at all but I actually felt every part of my body working and shooting electricity into my brain like I got hit by a lightning. He then cut a hair from my head and gave it to his assistant to put into a different device. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at the device and stopped smiling.
    “Oh, I am so sorry.”
    “What?”
    “It seems like you are half monkey, half chimpanzee,” and started laughing.
    “It’s just a joke I tell the kids to pass the time. I don't have the results yet.”
    What is it with doctors in this place?
    The device beeped and his face went blank.
    “What?”
    “Uh, wait a minute.”
    It was nerve wrecking.
    “Well, you don't fit any technical job here.”
    “What about security guard?”
    “Your physical condition isn’—”
    “—so there’s nothing for me?”
    “Your responses are slower than our minimum. The logic side of your brain isn't developed enough.”
    “But I was born three-hundred ago. This isn’t fair.”
    “I am sorry but we can't risk having you in a technical or a security position. It will take you too many years to train and learn what children are learning from pre-training.”
    “Can’t you put me in a special program?”
    “We don't have those, unless you start basic training with the six year olds.”
    “I can't do that. What can I do?”
    “Stay a storyteller, or a plumber, or a janitor. We need those desperately.”
    Wow, so many options…this place is just shitty. I didn't want to be frozen in the first place, nor did I want to be revived. Now they put me here and tell me to clean their toilets? No way, no way. There must be something else I can do.
    “Thank you so much,” I said, and left.
    “What about laundry?” He shouted.
    Coming from his mouth it almost sounded promising. Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll be a laundry technician. No, I want to be a detergent engineer, or cleanliness scientist. How come in year 2321 there are still people who do these jobs? It's unbelievable. What happens if I don’t get a job and President Padma decides to assimilate me?
    I walked out of the lab and I thought I should start to get comfortable in this place without a guide, if I wanted to feel part of it. I needed to clear my mind of that last experience, anyway. I started walking clockwise next to the inner wall which meant that the curve was to the right behind me. I’m sure that people noticed I was a newbie. I wished I could go outside and run. That was usually what kept my temper down. It would release all my anger and I would come back exhausted and fueled with endorphins. The problem was that I couldn't go out because that could get me assimilated or shot at. I thought about the doctor who said “Help us” on my first day, and