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Hoch. My story is...
By James L. Steele
The rat's eyes had always been open, but until right now he had
never seen a thing. There was a light hanging over him, bright
white, but also streaked and speckled with red. The rat blinked.
He became aware of his arms and legs. Something digging under his
fur and into the skin beneath. It smelled... The rat instinctually
took sharp breaths through his nose. The straps holding him down
smelled organic, like they were once alive but now were not. In a
room full of sterile plastic, metal and brick, their scent stood
He tried to lift his left arm. It was held down tight and
remained firmly pressed to the padded table. He raised his right
arm. It was free to move. He raised his arm over his head and
looked at it. Short, brown fur. Long claws tipping long, bony
fingers. His arm was all bone and fur.
The rat raised his head slightly. It was free to move and he sat
up as far as he could. The light was in his eyes no matter which
way he turned. He held his hand up to block the glare and tried to
look around, but the light was so intense he couldn't see anything
beyond the table.
He had an impulse to reach out towards the light. The rat reached
into the beam. His claws collided with glass, making a light chink
sound. At first he didn't know why he was doing this, but quickly
something occurred to him. Something he knew unconsciously. He
groped the light fixture, felt around it, fingers moving from a
hot glass surface to a cool plastic one. Eventually he felt
something he recognized. He twisted the piece of plastic.
The light shut off. The room dimmed, lit only by the softer
overhead lights. He blinked the spots from his vision. It took a
few minutes for his eyes to calm down. Finally he was able to look
around him and confirm with his eyes what his nose and sense of
touch had already told him.
He was strapped to a padded table in a very sterile room. The
wall ahead of him was stone, painted white. The ceiling was metal.
He looked down at the floor. It was tile, covered in blood. The
rat looked side to side. The walls on either side of him were also
crimson, but the blood was dry and cracking.
He leaned forward more, trying to sit up. Something tugged the
back of his head, resisting him. The rat reached behind his skull
and felt it. A piece of plastic was firmly attached to it. The rat
felt it all the way around, but he couldn't identify it. The thing
was long, flat and joined to a long cord extending backwards
beyond his reach.
Suddenly his ears woke up. He became aware of the regular beeping
coming from behind him. The rat's ears swiveled in the direction
of the sound, then his head turned with them.
Out the corner of his eye the rat saw a terminal. On the screen
were lines moving from left to right. The beeping coming from the
machine matched one of the lines. This line matched the beating in
The rat felt agitated. The beeping sped up to match. The rat
turned around, reached over and pulled at the strap holding his
other arm down. It was so tight he could not work his fingers
underneath. The beeping sped up as the rat became frantic, trying
to pull the strap off, trying to free his arm. His legs kicked,
but they too were held down.
Another impulse kicked in. He leaned forward. The cord attached
to his head tugged him backwards, trying to retract, but the rat
resisted and forced his head forward. He opened his muzzle and
gnawed on the strap. This felt quite natural. Satisfying in a way.
He bit and chewed the strap, tearing fur out of his arm--the
mechanical beeping sped up as he panicked and gnawed and thrashed.
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