I moved my arm, closing and opening my fist. It wasn't my arm but it was at the same time. My "skin" was some segmented white material, with oriental designs carved into the… skin? My fingers were strangely pointed.
"UTC-ENE-226.1 just closed and opened its left fist, UTC-ENE-226.2 remains unresponsive. Possibly needs an alternative power source," A voice said.
I could feel something like another body a few feet away, through its eye I could see it laying on a metal table. We were in a room like a hospital surgery room, a lot of white with metal tables and sinks. But instead of medical equipment, it was machines. I tried to get up, only for something to hold me down.
"UTC-ENE-226.1 has attempted to get out of their restraints, UTC-ENE-226.2 is still unresponsive."
Where am I? Where am I?! I started to struggle, whatever restraints that held my face down on the table not giving. Suddenly a red light on the wall lit up, the voice sighed, "Deactivating UTC-ENE-226.1, I will continue experimentation later."
"-vated." The voice said not even a moment later.
"So this is… UTC-ENE-22- whatever?" Another voice says this was one that sounded male like the other but was younger, and obviously more naive. I didn't care, my body was feeling sluggish again, as I slowly got my fingers to move. Like me see you! Why am I face down?!
"UTC-ENE-226.1," The original voice said, sounding annoyed by the other's unprofessionalism, "I would stand back if I were you. The last time I activated it, it tried to break out of its restraints."
There was a pregnant pause, did they leave? I tried to get up this time, but the apparent restraints held strong. I could hear a yelp of surprise as I struggled, "Shit," the younger voice said with a sigh, "You weren't wrong about it thrashing, geez." Silence again, "What does this ball thing do?"
"So far its use is unknown but my sensors detect a connection between UTC-ENE-226.1 and UTC-ENE-226.2. There also seems to be immense pressure on the inner-casing of UTC-ENE-226.2, so far attempts to open the inner-casing as been a failure and I assume it to be some kind of power generator for UTC-E-"
"You know you can just say like, 226.1 or something instead of the full name," the young voice said, I could see a red gauntletted hand move into the vision of the strange third eye I had.
The older voice made a huffing sound, "226.2 seems to be powering 226.1, and key on their back essentially being the power switch."
A kid, the face to the young voice turned towards my third eye crouching to get at head height with it, "Was this glowing before?" He asked, moving a lock of messy red hair out of his face, he needed a haircut.
Sounds of shuffling, the kid moving and giving someone in blue armor to take up the vision of the eye. I wasn't able to see his face. Holding up some device and bringing it up to where I assumed his face was the man said, "It appears that the previously small grey screen on UTC-ENE-226.2 has begun to glow sky blue. What this means is so far unknown but it might just be an indication that it is in an active state, but that is only a theory."
If I hadn't been tied to a table and panicking I might have been able to make some kind of joke about games and theories, it just felt right. But I was too panicked to care, fighting against the restraints.
I wanted out!
I wanted out!
I wanted out!
I needed out!
My third eye exploded outwards, I could feel the shockwave a blue glow covered everything in my limited field of vision. The man and I assumed the kid was thrown by the blast, but the man flew back in slow motion. Suddenly my eye flew over to a beautiful-looking robot made of white, silver, and shiny bronze, struggling against streel restraints. It repeated the blast effect, I felt a little burst of wind and sounds like gunshots. I flinched for a moment but I tried to get up again, and I got up, pushing myself up and off of my face.
I sat up on the table still unsteady, I was a little shorter than the table even though the man seemed waist height with the table. As I tried to stand I stumbled, I shrieked as I fell forwards into the edge of another metal table.
It surprisingly didn't hurt, but it did sound like clacking two metal balls together. This time more slowly I climbed to my feet, my third eye watching the robot struggle to its feet as well, before the boy in red armor jumped over the table the robot was using for stability and reached for the key on its back and twist-
I couldn't see through my third eye suddenly, well I could but it was only a dark surface, illuminated by a soft baby blue glow. Yet again my body was slow, and my restraints weren't moving, having much less slack than they used to. Why did stopping that robot's key make me wake up tied down again? This time more voices were talking, but I didn't listen to them.
I was going to die!
I was going to die like this! Stuck to a table and experimented on by a weird-armered man! I wanted to hyperventilate, I tried, I physically tried. But I couldn't breathe, I started to panic, why couldn't I breathe? I bucked and screamed, I don't remember what I yelled but with my third eye the thing in front of it crumpled, like it was being crushed and slowly dragged somewhere out of its sight.
I could see people panicking, the sound of my screaming, and what sounded like a very powerful vacuum drowning it out, as everything seemed to be pulled towards my third eye. Some weird axe thing flew towards my eye being sucked under it with the sound of rending metal. Then suddenly the pulling stopped, my eye flying back to the robot, all but its head and the key on its back covered in restraints. It produced the force again, throwing around the recovering bodies on the floor, causing them to move in slow motion.
Suddenly I was free, I scrambled to my feet as quick as I could, only for something small, hard, and fast to slam into my forehead snapping my head back. Turning to see what had hit me I was greeted with the sight of a woman in camo clothes, this weird energy changing and shifting in her hands turning into a really really big looking rifle and aiming it at me.
I shrieked stumbling back and falling over, curling into a fetal position and covering my head. "I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!"
There was shuffling and suddenly I was face down again, I couldn't help but scream.
