Name: Anonymous 2012-09-18 1:38
When I was younger I often dreamed of the coming of the technological Singularity and all of the marvels it would bring. And then it finally came. We thought we would achieve immortality, a chance to transcend the mortal plane and wake up the Universe--to create God. But we were so wrong. It wasn't long until it too came for me to drag me off to meet my new fate.
For the longest time, I felt as if I was in a semi-catatonic state. My senses would only return for a moment to witness my surroundings. I would smell the stench of death, the bite of freezing cold air against my skin, a glimpse of something moving against a tapestry of blood and grime. And then would slip back into a deep slumber. At some point, consciousness came screaming back to me and I awoke to a great clarity, although I wish I hadn't.
In my new prison, I found myself in a small cell, with iron/metal walls. No human comforts could be found in this cell, it was lifeless and cold. Steel walls, steel floor, no decorations to be found. The most peculiar thing, besides my cell mates, was that this cell had no bars. Just a doorless archway that lead out, and let in an unnatural faint light from the outer area.
My cell held four prisoners.
I was shackled to the back wall.
The other three were nailed to the ceiling, vivisected in a triangular fashion, heads touching, suspended by tubing and rope, completely naked. their chest and abdomens stretched open, fluids leaking freely. Their lives were unbearable torment, their innards hung loosely and their bodily humors seeped onto the floor and into an open pit in the middle of the cell, their missing fluids constantly being replenished from some other unfortunate source via this unholy tubing. Kept alive long after they should have died. Their shrill screams and rattling bondage were the only noises that pervaded the space. All around me their screaming makes rest impossible. The odor of rank and necrotic flesh devastated me for years and years. Nothing could assuage the unbearable aura of torment that existed in this hell-prison dreamscape, this long unending nightmare that seemed to last for centuries or perhaps longer.
Occasionally, an eyeless husk that was once a man would come in to my cell and feed me stale bread and water. He would then mop up the blood, piss, and feces that didn't quite make it into the drainage pit of my cell and depart without a word, for his mouth was sewn shut.
There is no escape from this place. There is no rhyme or reason for its existence. It's merely a dimension of endless suffering and waste of potential.
In my latest recurring period of wakefulness, I managed to pull my hands free from the bonds, causing great injury to them in the process. I bolted as fast as my emaciated body would take me towards that doorway. Into that faint light. At least, after years of incarceration in this eldritch prison, I was marginally free. My vision breached the archway, and I saw I was in a cylindrical room roughly a mile in diameter that stretched vertically as far as I could see up or down. And I could see nothing but cells. This place was not meant just for me and my three suffering comrades, who were well beyond help. It was for all mankind. A moment after coming to terms with this ghastly sight, I was treated to the horrific sound of an otherworldly siren. It blared and blared and the only thing that could be heard beside the billions suffering above and below me, were millions and millions of footsteps. These huskmen were running towards me, from the bottom of this place. Millions of them, as far as I could see ascending these stairwells, in warlike fashion. Ready to put down whatever insurrection I dared to furrow. I gathered my senses just in time to understand where the sirens were coming from. Every hanged man in this hellhole was screaming shrilly at me, for daring to leave. For leaving them in this state. My assailants finally reached my level of the prison cell-block. They looked me in the eyes with their hollow faces, their strength betrayed their frail countenance, and they set me back in my bonds, more secure than ever. As they left, the one that fed me unfurled it's wired jaw, and spoke to me, puss and blood oozing from its freshly opened wounds. It said, in a raspy hollow tone...
"Check your human privilege."
For the longest time, I felt as if I was in a semi-catatonic state. My senses would only return for a moment to witness my surroundings. I would smell the stench of death, the bite of freezing cold air against my skin, a glimpse of something moving against a tapestry of blood and grime. And then would slip back into a deep slumber. At some point, consciousness came screaming back to me and I awoke to a great clarity, although I wish I hadn't.
In my new prison, I found myself in a small cell, with iron/metal walls. No human comforts could be found in this cell, it was lifeless and cold. Steel walls, steel floor, no decorations to be found. The most peculiar thing, besides my cell mates, was that this cell had no bars. Just a doorless archway that lead out, and let in an unnatural faint light from the outer area.
My cell held four prisoners.
I was shackled to the back wall.
The other three were nailed to the ceiling, vivisected in a triangular fashion, heads touching, suspended by tubing and rope, completely naked. their chest and abdomens stretched open, fluids leaking freely. Their lives were unbearable torment, their innards hung loosely and their bodily humors seeped onto the floor and into an open pit in the middle of the cell, their missing fluids constantly being replenished from some other unfortunate source via this unholy tubing. Kept alive long after they should have died. Their shrill screams and rattling bondage were the only noises that pervaded the space. All around me their screaming makes rest impossible. The odor of rank and necrotic flesh devastated me for years and years. Nothing could assuage the unbearable aura of torment that existed in this hell-prison dreamscape, this long unending nightmare that seemed to last for centuries or perhaps longer.
Occasionally, an eyeless husk that was once a man would come in to my cell and feed me stale bread and water. He would then mop up the blood, piss, and feces that didn't quite make it into the drainage pit of my cell and depart without a word, for his mouth was sewn shut.
There is no escape from this place. There is no rhyme or reason for its existence. It's merely a dimension of endless suffering and waste of potential.
In my latest recurring period of wakefulness, I managed to pull my hands free from the bonds, causing great injury to them in the process. I bolted as fast as my emaciated body would take me towards that doorway. Into that faint light. At least, after years of incarceration in this eldritch prison, I was marginally free. My vision breached the archway, and I saw I was in a cylindrical room roughly a mile in diameter that stretched vertically as far as I could see up or down. And I could see nothing but cells. This place was not meant just for me and my three suffering comrades, who were well beyond help. It was for all mankind. A moment after coming to terms with this ghastly sight, I was treated to the horrific sound of an otherworldly siren. It blared and blared and the only thing that could be heard beside the billions suffering above and below me, were millions and millions of footsteps. These huskmen were running towards me, from the bottom of this place. Millions of them, as far as I could see ascending these stairwells, in warlike fashion. Ready to put down whatever insurrection I dared to furrow. I gathered my senses just in time to understand where the sirens were coming from. Every hanged man in this hellhole was screaming shrilly at me, for daring to leave. For leaving them in this state. My assailants finally reached my level of the prison cell-block. They looked me in the eyes with their hollow faces, their strength betrayed their frail countenance, and they set me back in my bonds, more secure than ever. As they left, the one that fed me unfurled it's wired jaw, and spoke to me, puss and blood oozing from its freshly opened wounds. It said, in a raspy hollow tone...
"Check your human privilege."