Keep in mind that I’m only 13, this is my first story, and this was a bit of a rushed job.
It’s called “#32″
From the Journal of James Sanders:
January 4th 2047
My name is James Sanders; I am twenty-seven years of age. My wife, Mary, and I signed up for a scientific experiment in Arizona. There were only thirty-three other people that signed up beside me and Mary. Many of the people that had signed up were people that I myself knew from either work or our neighborhood. The lab said that we were only allowed to bring one thing with us; I have decided that I will bring this journal as to write down my experiences during the testing. Mary and I are leaving on a private bus for Arizona tomorrow.
January 5th 2047
This morning Mary and I boarded a bus with blocked out windows. When I stepped onto the bus I asked the driver the reason for this.
His reply was, “The doctors in Arizona requested that I block them out so that you don’t see where you are before I drop you off.” This reply made me somewhat nervous but we needed the money so I shrugged it off.
January 7th, 2047
The ride to the lab took two days and we weren’t supplied with any food. I became so hungry that I ate the page for January 6th, nothing important happened anyway. Even though we arrived at the lab, the doors were not allowed to open while the sun was out and the driver made us wait on the bus until nightfall, which isn’t for eight more hours.
Finally, when we were allowed off of the bus, we entered the laboratory. Once inside, we were instantly greeted by a series of metal detectors, chemical sprays, and a delousing. After all of this we were all put into hospital gowns and sprayed with one last chemical that obviously made our hair fall out because, once all of the screenings were done, everyone was bald. We were then taken into a large room and greeted by a doctor by the name of Martin Graham and a general in the army named Lance Collins. Dr. Graham began giving a speech about what will happen here.
“Welcome all and thank you for agreeing to participate in this experiment,” began Dr Graham. “You may have noticed the numerous security screenings that you had to go through on your way in here; those were for your own safety and for the success of the experiment. I will let General Collins explain to you from here.”
“Thank you Dr. Graham,” said General Collins. “The only thing that I will tell you is that you have signed up for a top secret experiment and are not permitted to either know what will be taking place or to tell anyone outside of this facility what took place should you happen to find out.”
After these short, unhelpful speeches, we were all separately told by Dr. Graham a number that we will be referred to for the remainder of the experiment; mine was 32. Then we were separated into thirty-five separate sleeping quarters and told to go to sleep.
From the Journal of Dr.. Martin Graham:
January 23rd, 2046
My name is Dr. Martin A. Graham; I am a forty-seven-year-old scientist in Arizona. Although I am a highly respected scientist in the field of genetic engineering, I do not agree with experimenting on humans. However, my beliefs are being contradicted by the president and one of his generals. General Lance Collins, of the U.S. Army, has made a proposed to genetically engineer the perfect soldier. Unbelievably, this proposal was actually accepted and I am the scientist that they are asking to do this (more like forcing). The plans are to endow a human being with the strength of a gorilla, the flexibility of a snake, the lifespan of a sea turtle, and the hard skin of an armadillo without changing the physical features of the test subject. However, these genes have to be mixed with an experimental chemical that the general refuses to accept as unfinished.
January 8th, 2047
After posting sign up lists in all government buildings in North America, only thirty-five people signed up for the experiment – most likely because General Collins wouldn’t let me put the nature of the experiment on the sign up list. The participators that we did get were all in poor physical shape, especially test subject number 32.
From the Journal of James Sanders:
January 20th, 2047
After being in the lab for over a week I began to grow lonely, we test subjects were always confined to our sleeping quarters unless we were being experimented on. I still have no clue what the experiment is; whenever Dr. Graham is experimenting on me he knocks me unconscious before I even leave my sleeping quarters. Though, on one occasion I was not fully unconscious when they took me from my room. When that happened I noticed that several body bags were being taken out of the sl
on second thought, where can I post this so that it wont’ be cut off again.
