Subject 5
A Man With No Name
The man awakened in a near darkness. The only illumination, he received, was through the flickering of malfunctioning circuitry through the cracked, glass coffin he sat in. The man's breathing raced, as he tried to figure out what was going on, what was happening. The constraints of his prison, while padded in light cushioning, startled him. He wriggled and writhed in the futility of his position, but it was not until a frantic kick to the ceiling he achieved any tangible result.
The glass screen, now began to crack against the force of his boot. It now shattered, and fell onto the mans body. His hands moved to shield his face, as glass fell unto his body. He winced, and now slowly began to brush away the glass, before looking around. The room around him now cleared a little, the man now sat up right, and decided to get a more horizontal view of things. It was there he at first noted a shiny panel . It was then, he looked at it curiously, eyeing the suspicious looking figure who starred back. It took but a moment, but after a brief moment, the realisation came, that it was but his reflection. Now he starred at the floor, and noted the death around him. Sprawled across the floor, and leaning on seats, bloodied bodies.
The man quivered, and gazed upon the scene, seizing up, and recoiling at it. Two of the men looked the same. Attired in large, white, matching uniforms, which shone beneath the crackles of electricity. The man paused, and then looked at himself, as if to check if he was some kind of relation. No, he wasn't. Unlike them, he had some kind of bright, orange symbol upon a grey-ish canvas. It was the third figure, who caught his attention. He was slumped right next to the container he sat in.
The man paused, and examined him. Unlike the others, he didn't shine, but instead, looked like him in a sense. He was fleshy. Cautiously, the man approached, and knelt beside him, looking for any signs of life. He wore a cap, and his face was smeared with a red, substance, and his chest adorned with a row of blue squares over a row of four red. What did this mean? The question was briefly pondered. But again, curiosity got the better of him, as something shiny appeared in his periphery. A disk, a gold, glowing disk. The man pried it, and then appraised it, it was cold, round, and sharp around the edges. But, for him at least, it seemed important, and ergo pocketed it.
Now, the man began to walk around for a little bit. His steps, sluggish as his muscles attempted to get used to his weight. Minutes of exploration, yielded no results, until he slipped. A panel fell through, and the man now found himself, out of the dark chamber, and now on his arse, in the middle of the outdoors. Immediately, the heat radiated around him, and the light, blinding. It took about a minute for him to get used to it. But when he did, he picked himself up, jumpsuit dirtied by the thick, orange sand.
Two twin suns now glowed brightly overhead, as the man stood up, and walked away from the whee he had come from, before stopping and starring. It seemed to be, some kind of house, or perhaps machine. Two massive wings, or something, towered above him, charred a deep black. Small licks of flame lapped around the rear. He was about to return, when the explosion hit, sending the man sprawling, and causing a cloud of orange sand into the air. A wave of heat lashing over him. When the man recovered again, he looked, to see the structure, now a black, charred crater.
With no where to go, no idea who he was, or what to do, the man turned towards the bright suns, and began to walk into the endless sands of Tatooine.
The glass screen, now began to crack against the force of his boot. It now shattered, and fell onto the mans body. His hands moved to shield his face, as glass fell unto his body. He winced, and now slowly began to brush away the glass, before looking around. The room around him now cleared a little, the man now sat up right, and decided to get a more horizontal view of things. It was there he at first noted a shiny panel . It was then, he looked at it curiously, eyeing the suspicious looking figure who starred back. It took but a moment, but after a brief moment, the realisation came, that it was but his reflection. Now he starred at the floor, and noted the death around him. Sprawled across the floor, and leaning on seats, bloodied bodies.
The man quivered, and gazed upon the scene, seizing up, and recoiling at it. Two of the men looked the same. Attired in large, white, matching uniforms, which shone beneath the crackles of electricity. The man paused, and then looked at himself, as if to check if he was some kind of relation. No, he wasn't. Unlike them, he had some kind of bright, orange symbol upon a grey-ish canvas. It was the third figure, who caught his attention. He was slumped right next to the container he sat in.
The man paused, and examined him. Unlike the others, he didn't shine, but instead, looked like him in a sense. He was fleshy. Cautiously, the man approached, and knelt beside him, looking for any signs of life. He wore a cap, and his face was smeared with a red, substance, and his chest adorned with a row of blue squares over a row of four red. What did this mean? The question was briefly pondered. But again, curiosity got the better of him, as something shiny appeared in his periphery. A disk, a gold, glowing disk. The man pried it, and then appraised it, it was cold, round, and sharp around the edges. But, for him at least, it seemed important, and ergo pocketed it.
Now, the man began to walk around for a little bit. His steps, sluggish as his muscles attempted to get used to his weight. Minutes of exploration, yielded no results, until he slipped. A panel fell through, and the man now found himself, out of the dark chamber, and now on his arse, in the middle of the outdoors. Immediately, the heat radiated around him, and the light, blinding. It took about a minute for him to get used to it. But when he did, he picked himself up, jumpsuit dirtied by the thick, orange sand.
Two twin suns now glowed brightly overhead, as the man stood up, and walked away from the whee he had come from, before stopping and starring. It seemed to be, some kind of house, or perhaps machine. Two massive wings, or something, towered above him, charred a deep black. Small licks of flame lapped around the rear. He was about to return, when the explosion hit, sending the man sprawling, and causing a cloud of orange sand into the air. A wave of heat lashing over him. When the man recovered again, he looked, to see the structure, now a black, charred crater.
With no where to go, no idea who he was, or what to do, the man turned towards the bright suns, and began to walk into the endless sands of Tatooine.
