By: Kel
ckelll@hotmail.com
 

Date: 10 Nov 2001 21:30:18 -0800
Rating: G
Summary:  Weird little story
Thanks to Linda and Erin for the pre-read.
 
 
 
 

The tests, always the tests.

You don't know when they're coming.  Your heart is pounding as they
take you to the White Place, and then it begins.

Nobody speaks in the White Place.  All communication is telepathic.

How I hate the tests.

This time was the worst.

They'd made some changes since the last time I was there.  They had a
new holder and the whole room looked different.

I waited for my instructions.

<APPLY FACIAL SKIN TRACTION>

<What?> I asked.  They never covered that in class.

<STICK THE LITTLE FISHHOOKS IN HIS FACE>

It sounded even stupider than the old procedures, but I did as I was
asked.

<PRECISION DENTAL EXCAVATION>

<I took that last year> I protested.

<YOU ARE EXPECTED TO MAINTAIN YOUR PROFICIENCY>

What the hell.  I drilled the poor bastard's teeth.

<NASAL PROBE>

I almost laughed.  This guy had a nose I could probe with my fist.

<STERNAL DISSECTION>

<What?> I asked.  This was getting weird.  The new holder, all these new
procedures.

<CUT OPEN HIS CHEST>

Who comes up with this stuff?  I brought down the saw and cut open his
chest.

<SATISFACTORY>

It's always a relief when you make it through another round of tests.  I
relaxed a little.

That was a big mistake.  You should never let down your guard in the
White Place, because then they can read what you're thinking.  There are
some things you shouldn't say and some things you shouldn't even think.
Number one on that list is the question they pulled from my mind that
day.

<Why are we doing this?>

I hate the tests.  Now I have to repeat the whole semester.
 

the end

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