I wake up again. I don’t remember how I fell asleep. I am in my bed, not the couch…I don’t remember coming here. I thought I was still next to the wheel that I had weighed down. “What was the point of doing that anyway…” I mutter.

I do remember making one discovery before everything went dark. I remember a worm-like shape that I found out seemed to be attached to my back. I realized it was my tail, and that was it before I went black.

I throw off the covers and step off the bed, landing on my large spread feet. I remember how I was able to lean back with them, so I do it again, for… fun I guess. I do so successfully, though unsurprisingly. I end up going so far back that my head can actually touch the ground, though it does require my back arch a bit, as does it with my neck.

I feel tension in my legs and feet, mostly my feet, but it is small… it slowly gets larger, and I pull myself up before I lose the strength to do so. My feet feel normal again. They must run out of energy after a while for that.

I decide to test how much energy is used by waiting a half-minute sitting on the bed, and notice that my claws have made holes in the carpet with their sharpness. I cringe and lift them higher up to avoid doing that anymore.

I’m rested, and stand up, grasp the floor with my toes, and lean back. I can now do this for two-hundred and twelve seconds. That divided by sixty equaled three minutes, and thirty-two seconds… It is now that I question how I know these numbe- equations. And now I question how I know what numbers are.

I recall not understanding what the raench was, or the Fridgerator, but some of these things are very easy to know, like the scale, what pounds are, the wheel, the treadmill. And why does the treadmill seem easy to understand while the raench does not? It is bigger, it is more complicated. Was there something wrong with my memory? Am… I in some place that keeps me alive but keeps me from the outside world? What is the out- “AAAGH!”

I clutch my head and fall to the floor. I had passed the two-hundred and twelve second mark, and lost myself in thought. My feet gave away, and I bashed my head on the ground. The scream was hosted by this, but encouraged by the questions in my mind. “I know what hosted and encouraged means but not what that wheel was…” I sigh.

I decide now to test if I can lean forward. I can, and while it is not as far forward as I can backward, it is far and I am impressed with myself. So naturally I freely bend my feet to the side to test that. I hear a crack, and I feel a gush of pain, then collapse again, hugging my foot as I whimper.

Something in my foot is broken, I can feel it. I feel like my blood is gushing and filling my foot, it feels really weird and I want it to stop. I consider tearing at it, but that will only make it worse. I bite into my pillow, and leave large holes with my sharp teeth as I scream while flailing on the floor, waiting for it to end.

My eyes are teary, very teary, and everything is blurry. Something is above me from the ceiling… it… it’s meta- NO NO NOT THAT THING! I pull at the ground, and slowly slide away, trying to escape the return of that metal arm.

Of course I can’t get away from it, and it does grab me by the arm again. I decide to use my tail, and wrap around the arm with it, pulling at the arm, but it does no good, it is too strong. I do notice though how easy I can control my tail. I don’t think this is normal.

Then another arm comes from the roof, as if things weren’t bad enough. This one grabs my foot and pulls it out. Is it examining it? I scream from having my joint being forced to move; why won’t it just let me go?!

The arm does let me go after a good minute or so, as does the other, and they go back into the ceiling. I continue pulling myself away from the ceiling, and go out the door. After that I spend a while under the table next to the couch again.

Because of my sleep I do feel a bit drowsy still, and soon I nod off. I don’t know what time it is when I wake back up, but I do not feel like I’ve slept for very long. My foot feels about the same still so it must have been less than an hour… unless it does not heal that quickly. I don’t know.

My foot still stings, but I have had enough of being on the floor. I pull myself out from under the table, and pull myself up with my arms and the table. The table leans towards me and I almost fall backwards, but my tail breaks my fall and I use it to push myself back up.

“Useful…” I say to myself while waving my tail in front of me, back and forth. “Maybe…” I wrap my tail around the lower part of my hurt leg, and use it as a brace, and a third foot. It feel awkward but I think I can walk now.

I take a step forward, good it works. Alright, what should I do now? My stomach instantly growls so I decide to go towards the kitchen again. I fear it less now, probably because I have already encountered the robotic arms, and they seem to only come once a day… I hope.

The kitchen looks the same as before, so I don’t expect anything special in the Fridge. I open it and find a new plastic bag of salad, with stringed carrots, and red triangle… things. They look juicy. To the side of it is a bag that holds these grainy rectangle-like things. The dressing, Raench, is where it was last.

I put them all together once again. If I were not so hungry maybe I would be more picky, but it all looks good at this level of starvation. I do not remember eating more than once yesterday.

It tastes very good actually. The rectangles are crunchy, sort of like the bread, and I learn that the triangles are called to-ey-ma-to-eses from the bag.

Alright now I am fed. Where should I go? I suppose the wheel is the best place at the moment. I make my way there and see that all I had done has been undone. It is no longer tied down by the couch cushion and other items, or spinning. I gape at first, with sadness filling me. I worked very hard and now it is all gone.

“So much for that…” Now… I feel something else… sort of like hunger, I’m… thirsty; yes that is the word. I remembered the dispenser in the kitchen and walk back there. I do not find any cups in my ten second search, so I just stick my face under it and push the lever. I’m hit in the nose and eyes by slices of ice, and jerk back.

“Wrong dispenser…” I go to the other one, this time it gives me water, though now my whole head is practically soaked. It does not take long for it to make me cold. But I am replenished, fully now. And I want out.

I go around the house until I find a tall lamp, long and metallic. I pick it up, though it is heavy and sways a lot. I decide to drag it instead of carry it. It makes a lot of unpleasant sounds. I get it to the wall opposite to the couch and bang it against the wall.

It makes a dent instantly, and a hole. Dust flies in my face and gets in my eyes. I shake my head quickly, trying to get it out, and drop the lamp. It does not land on me tha… thaful… “Why can’t I remember these words!?” I yell while rubbing my eyes

I pick the lamp up again and hit the wall a second time, this time I keep my eyes closed, and close my mouth as well. I do not want the dust in my throat. The hole gets big enough for me to stick my head through so I do so.

It is very dark but I can see something about ten inches in front of me. I push my hand through the hole and reach out at it. It feels cold and smooth, and very hard. It’s metal. “Of course it’s not that easy.” I pull my head out of the hole and go back to bashing at the wall with the lamp.

I keep banging at the wall until it is almost half gone from top to bottom, left and right. I need room to get the next wall. “OW!” I feel my hurt foot again as it is being braced no more. I collapse on my side, and the lamp almost falls on top of me. I roll to the side and it breaks its lamp. I’m grateful that I had unplugged it.

I sit up and pick up my tail. I realize now how sore it actually feels. I can barely move it. Holding it in position, and using it to push myself up for so long must have tired it out. “I can’t bang at the wall like this…”

Is my foot healed enough? Let’s see. I feel pain, a lot of pain… but… it does not feel as bad now. I decide to keep it off the ground for now. I want it to heal completely before continuing. Now though I need something else to brace it.

I measure out my tail and manually wrap it around my leg. It holds but still hurts. It isn’t going to work a second time for today at least. I lay it out on the ground and use my arm to measure its distance to see how long my new brace will have to be.

The length needed at two feet. I would be upset about knowing these words and not others, but at this point being bothered by it just annoys me. I turn to the lamp and hoist it up. Next I use it to pull me up, and for now it will keep me upright, but it is too long to be my brace.

I notice the table in front of the couch. The… things, posts? N-no… legs, the legs are the length needed. I stumble over towards them, and drop the lamp as I go. It’s too heavy now to lift repeatedly. Had I two legs to lift it, the journey would be easier, but as the lamp was my other leg, it could not be used as both.

Since I don’t have the lamp anymore in my heads, I fall forward. Quickly I brace my arms on the table, slamming against it. I hear it cracking. At first this scares me. If it breaks I’ll fall, but then again, if it breaks, the legs will be free.

After many shoves the table gives way, and the legs break off. I am prepared to duck but even while prepared my jaw bashes against the back of the table. My teeth barely miss my tongue as tears fill my eyes once again.

Ten minutes of laying on my back and whimpering later I decide to get one of the legs. As I sit up and turn to the table, I feel my jaw and the oozing wetness beneath it. Blood is on it, and a bruise is forming. “Not now…” I ignore it and look over the legs. One is almost broken off, but slightly connected to the rest of the wood.

I twist it until it breaks off, scraping my arm on a sharp piece of wood in the process. I don’t even bother to groan or scream this time. After a long-day’s work I’ve fashioned two legs at my side, and wrapped the cushion-covers in strips around the legs. I make it so that it braces against my knee but it still hurts and pushes past it, ruining the brace.

Later still I have broken the lamp off into two pieces and replace the leg on the outer side of my own leg with the lamp. This way I am able to push with my hand to keep the weight even. With the lamp in two pieces, this is much easier to do.

I feel accomplished, but then I feel discouraged. After all of this time, not only was my tail strong again, but there is no way I can try breaking through the metal wall in this condition. There wasn’t a clock so how would I know how much time had passed?

There are no windows in this house. I have examined everything… I think I did at least. It is a box. It scares me to be in this box. I want out. The air feels stuffy, and I begin to breath strangely. My head becomes dizzy, I have to calm down. It’s the hyper… thing again. Deep breaths, I take deep breaths…

What is the reason for me being in here?



“Sir, Subject D-F E-2 is-“

“Doing much better than her brothers.”


“But it’s mental-capacity, it’s unstable.”

“So were the other two when they first gained consciousness.”

“I suppose… but what happens if-“

“I’m interrupting you because you have doubts. Do you doubt me?”

“… I…”

“Then leave.” The Doctor ordered. The agent walked out. Starring over a control-pad, the Doctor selected a single button. Metallic arms came out of the roof inside the house again.