jakarta
2017-07-12, 07:42 PM
You vaguely remember Momma. She was outside the shell, but you knew her call. Knew the caress of her mind...
You remember her scream. The sounds that your racial memory recognized as battle. You felt her loss though you never laid eyes upon her.
You felt the loss as they did something to you before you hatched. You felt loss. You feel diminished. Your potential and heritage denied.
They were there when you hatched. Their white coats and black skin. Trying to trick you into thinking they were somehow Momma. Feeding you kibble. Probing, measuring, testing, putting you in mazes to find meat or gems...and then taking them from you.
You, and your clutchmates in the surrounding cages are colorless. You don't even remember what color you are supposed to be, though you know you should have one. Your siblings have been taken, one by one, week by week. Your captors don't understand that you could feel each time one of their lives ended.
You are the last. You know their cycles. You know they have left 3 days worth of food in your cage, and that means that only one of them will be in the lab and he won't check you often.
Tonight is the night you take your freedom, and start your revenge...
You are in a cubical wire cage on a shelf with a water bottle, a small sleeping cushion and and a feeding dish.
You remember her scream. The sounds that your racial memory recognized as battle. You felt her loss though you never laid eyes upon her.
You felt the loss as they did something to you before you hatched. You felt loss. You feel diminished. Your potential and heritage denied.
They were there when you hatched. Their white coats and black skin. Trying to trick you into thinking they were somehow Momma. Feeding you kibble. Probing, measuring, testing, putting you in mazes to find meat or gems...and then taking them from you.
You, and your clutchmates in the surrounding cages are colorless. You don't even remember what color you are supposed to be, though you know you should have one. Your siblings have been taken, one by one, week by week. Your captors don't understand that you could feel each time one of their lives ended.
You are the last. You know their cycles. You know they have left 3 days worth of food in your cage, and that means that only one of them will be in the lab and he won't check you often.
Tonight is the night you take your freedom, and start your revenge...
You are in a cubical wire cage on a shelf with a water bottle, a small sleeping cushion and and a feeding dish.