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Green Glow Glory
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Ti-kza dreams.
In her dream, she is on a table. She only knows this for reasons unknown to her, for her senses are gone. Her sight is black. She hears not even the rush of air past her antennae. She feels the table.
She feels parts of her being sliced and twisted, and cannot scream as she feels them pulled away from her. The pain is intense, yet also unreal like a distant recollection. She feels boxes. Metal containers. They are placed around her, far too tight, crippling her, breaking her limbs and her digits. She screams for help, for someone to stop this.
Metal rods bore into her skull. She can hear again. She hears dispassionate emotionless voices. They instruct her to remain still. She can't move. The boxes tighten, crushing her. She cries and pleads for them to stop.
She is placed upright, unable to feel. She is instructed to work. She screams in pain and the raw terror she feels, and manages to lurch forward, the things crushing and biting into her body heavy as lead. Her eyes are ripped out, and new ones jammed into their sockets. The last thing she sees are emotionless saa-kru faces before her head is also closed away.
She is told to keep walking. It hurts. It hurts so much. She can't see. She keeps walking, sure she can feel her blood pooling around her. She can hear her own screams and is met with only silence.
And yet the worst thing, the worst thing of all, is that she knows this is how it will be for the rest of her life. Forever. Trapped inside a metal container, feeling the world outside with artificial senses puncturing her flesh and her skull.
She wants to die, but she cannot move so freely. All she can do is walk, while saa-kru walk around her, muttering and taking notes.
She wakes. It takes her a few moments to compose herself. She needs to look responsible. Her superiors could turn up at any moment. It would not do for the facility administrator to be curled up, a broken wreck and a waste of expensive technology. It would not do at all.
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