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

how could I even help, and to whom. I just kept on walking and I came across a gym. I used to hate gyms. I hated running on a treadmill like a human version of a hamster wheel. I hated how everybody showed off their muscles and didn't wipe the sweat off the seats. But that's the only escape I had at the moment, and I had to run my anger off. Stupid brain test . I wasn't even aware of everything that happened at once. How could I succeed in something I had no control over? That was so unfair. I bet they did it at a young age to indoctrinate the children so they wouldn’t rebel later. They probably told them how special and gifted they were so the kids thought they were the best.
    The gym looked quite ordinary; white facilities, black weights. The treadmill was a little different, though. Above it was a helmet hanging from wires that ran from the ceiling. I put it on. It turned out to be a simulation helmet, which made me happy because I hated running and not seeing the view change. I could choose from several backgrounds like a desert, a jungle, a savanna and a snowy plane. I chose the savanna and started running. I didn't stretch or anything, nor did I care. The simulation was so real I forgot where I was for a second and panicked. I started running and the cool thing was that when I wanted the zebras to run with me, they immediately did. I started running faster. I left my zebra friends behind and got next to a cheetah that ran faster than me. I tried to catch it and felt my heart pumping fast. It felt good.
    “ Want to race ?” I heard a voice ask me.
    “ Hi, you want to race?” It asked again.
    I took the helmet off. Then I saw a boy younger than me with olive skin and short hair, running on a nearby treadmill.
    “I am ok, thank you.”
    “ Why you talk so slow ?”
    “Why you talk so fast?” I replied.
    “ I talk normal. So why not?”
    “I was just defrosted. I can’t compete.”
    “ Are you the soldier ?”
    “What?”
    I couldn't understand him, and I was panting from my run nonetheless.
    “S-o-l-d-i-e-r?”
    “Yes.”
    What a douche.
    “ Let’s race. What are you afraid of?”
    “Fine,” I grunted.
    He was so annoying that I didn't even care to lose as long as afterward he’d let me be. I admit, it was nice talking to someone new. So I put the helmet back on and saw him warming up next to me. I made him wear leopard skin and colored his face with war paint just for fun. It made him look less annoying.
    “ Ok ,” he said, “ see the smoke?”
    “Yes.”
    I saw a smoke pillar in the distance. He must've created that himself.
    “ That's the finish line. Ready?”
    “Yes.”
    A big red “3” appeared in front of my face. Then a “2” and a “1” and then a buzzing sound, and we started to run. He was fast but I knew I could keep up. I was already warmed up so I had the advantage. I opened a margin in front of him and felt the wind hitting my face. He smiled and looked forward like a hawk on a rabbit. Then he ran like hell. I was so surprised that I almost forgot to run. I had to pace up and try to reach him. I was three feet behind him, then four and five and six. By the time he got to the finish line I already gave up. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. My muscles were sore and I was sweating like a pig. I took the helmet off and I saw his stupid smile. It seemed like no effort for him.
    “ So that’s the famous soldier. ”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “ You don't look like a soldier and you don't run like one. ”
    “Who do you think I am?”
    “ Everyone knows who you are. But I know you can’t help us. Don't worry soldier, next time you'll win, maybe. ”
    “Help who, how?” I asked.
    “ See you, ” he said, and left the gym.
    “Wait, tell me how?” I tried to follow him but I couldn’t spot him in either direction.
    I was confused and beaten by a teenage boy. That little prick. Maybe I was indeed too slow for this place.

Chapter 6
    I came back to my