I woke up with bizarre voices and those unbearable sounds of machines. I was naked and alert, not to act strange; I slightly lifted my one eye.

I wasn’t in the room. I was lying down in a machine. It was cold here, i was lying in the steel coated white. everything around was just pale white. Above me, wasn’t that lens showing me stars and skies? There was no one around me. No robots neither any human beings.

I open my both eyes and investigated. Looks like I am in capsule. it was very smooth with no edges. I can only see a slit opening there in front of me. light had managed to cross those slit and enter inside the capsule. I can see my own reflection inside everywhere. I am not alone but my shadows interacting with me, showing up themselves finally, warning me that its not right to be here, something is going to happen inside. I need to escape from here.

I can hear people talking outside and machines peeping. Well, the good thing is the capsule was not totally locked. I reached out for the opening, there were several people or may be models. I cannot be sure of! Half of them were in lab gowns with papers, calculators and some had tablets like I had back in my room. There were robots encircling those figures in lab gowns.

A slender figure in lab gown approached near me.

“Now, it’s time to start. Can anyone help me close the lid?”

Err…Why none of you are serious about it? I need to file a complaint about this team to the Dr. Salamantra.

I heard a man’s voice in a back.

Yes, Dr. Mani

Here, you handle this machine. Its special one! I won’t consider any negligence regarding this one… Am I clear?

Yes Dr.

A man in blue Jeans with white lab gown appeared in a scene.

Such a bitch!

What did you said?

Nothing Dr. I was just thinking who is this sample? Why is it special one?

Well. It’s confidential. Even I do not know about this.

Dr. Salamantra? …

Yes, she said it’s special.

(Third voice): Ma’am I heard that this is body of Dr. Sazena. There’s a rumor in the department that Dr. Salamantra is trying to get her code.

Will you shut up? (Female voice)

Now get back to work boys. I am not interested to hear your fairy tales.

Then he closed the lid with a bang. After this I was not able to hear anything of outside world.

I knocked the walls, it was made of steels. I guess no one heard me outside.

In a minute, two holes appeared inside the capsule; a thick clear gelatinous liquid appeared out and started to fill the capsule. It was painful when that liquid touched my skin. It started from my feet and now it reached the abdomen. I was crying, banging the walls of capsule, shouting aloud but no one heard me. There was no one to help me out.

I was crying hopelessly and uttering, shouting and whispering.. Help me! Help me! … … … .. …

No any help came. I was better in the room, not knowing myself than here now knowing little bit about me, that I am a sample here for their experiments. It’s painful. I prefer to be no one than to be a sample. I shouted take me back to room, I will not question anything. I will drink that water capsules. I will always obey you. Please help me…

The liquid started to fill me slowly, inch by inch, burning me and hurting me every possible way. my cries, my pleas just faded away, dissolving the humanity in that gelatinous liquid.


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I opened my eyes; I saw the same room I was in, not an inch from where I was sitting down with tablet. This is a real deal, no dream. I just woke and yet I am here. In the door there was a “peep” again. Nurse came with a capsule and a smile in her face. It was the same nurse or may be all the models are same, I had no idea.

Hello Ami, good afternoon!

(I don’t want her here; I know she is not a human. I do not feel obliged to talk with machines.)

Here, is your water capsule fortified with essential nutrients to keep you healthy and young.

I noticed she was smiling all the way. No more expression. The world looks so developed why they cannot develop more advanced model with more substantial expression. At least the one who do not have that freaky smile all the time.

With another “peep” she walked away, leaving the capsule in a tray she brought in.

I reached out for it; it was a soft rubbery capsule with really a liquid inside it. did not looked like a water my mother used to give me, the natural one with natural fortifications of minerals! I just thought to drink the juice I got from the button rather than the one this nurse brought. I threw that water capsule in the bathroom. I just did not felt its right to drink that one. Nothing is right here but still I can control the one I have control over.

I went inside the bathroom again. At least it was not empty like the living room. There were only few buttons there. I investigated the bathroom looking here and there, hoping may be there is some clue which I did not found in the room. There was nothing here too. Clean, empty and no traces of my existence or anyone’s existence.

I want to see that mirror again; I want to see how I look again. At least if I am dying here, I would rather know how I look like and why I felt so weak and old. But hey I am not feeling so weak right now than I was feeling in the morning. Perhaps it’s because I ate well. I went near the window and clicked that button again, mirror appeared. I checked my eyes the very first, maybe I have data encoded there too, who knows?

Thank goodness I am clean. (sigh)

My eyes looked normal. I checked each and every part of my body just be sure that they are not converting me into some shit model as that nurse mentioned before. I did not want to push that button again, I loved this mirror. It gave me the initial proof that I am quite normal physically.

Staring at the mirror, I saw one car stopped by my window for a second. Its reflection was seen in mirror. Then I ran into the window in hope that someone in that car must have noticed that I am trapped here. So I would be rescued and I can know what the hell is going on here.  Or maybe I am just hallucinating; I cannot keep the solid thought. I may have left here to die alone in misery. I may have been abandon by my own people. I even cannot remember my name.

What was my name?

And what is my name here?

Did that robot called me by name?

I cannot remember. Anyways what’s kept on name?

Name does not justify anything. If I know my name also, I will not know who I am. And names can be changed also. There are people with same name all around. What is there in name, that defines me? Nothing…

I walked the corner of that big window, which was in fact, one whole wall. I sat near the edge. The material was something familiar in the frames of window. I tried to remember what this material. There were dashes, actually several dashes in the bottom frames. These dashes were not symmetrical, some were small, and some were big, some less than an inch. It did not look like an art but looked like carvings of someone.I just guessed it. it can be anything but i like to believe that its a carving someone trying to remember something, that someone can be even me.

I started to count those carvings, hell lot of dashes to count; I started from the very edge where I was laying down.

1 2 3 4 5 6………………… ……………………………… ……………………… ……………………

……………………, ……………………… …………………… …………………… ……………………

……………………………… ……………………… ……..……………… ………………………

…………………………… ……………………… …………………………… ……………. 15,004.

wow, fifteen thousand and four! may be this is my proof, that i exist.

( with a smile)

I added another dash there, making it 15,005 with my nails. After all, its the gift of nature as a tool, so why not to use it in need!

I imagined when I was a school kid, our science teacher used to explain us how we human beings evolved from the caves, wore animal skin and all that sort of things. For me, it quite resembled the cave as well. This room is a cave and my art using my nail, as a cave art. I felt relieved for some time.

I couldn’t figure out what is the time now. There were no clocks around. outside it was no difference, whether it was a night or day. All day long it had same intensity of light. And I am too tired to press those buttons to know which one is for the clock. I decided to lie in bed. While lying there, I glanced above and there I saw a crescent moon with stars in a dark heaven. It was a night time!

I closed my eyes, hoping; tomorrow may be a different day!


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It was a beautiful morning as usual. Every morning brings hope in my life that present moment is the time; I should do something new when my life is falling apart. I do not want to lose hope. I had a dream not to escape but to understand and conquer. I knew I have to change to get rid of disappointments but I just do not know what that process to change is.

As every morning I get up from my bed. My bones are no stronger like I used to have. I used to run around the valleys, walks several miles to go my grandma’s house, hopping and running around. Life is not easy anymore. My body seems weak, my memories’ fading away. And some memories became stronger than ever. I walked cautiously towards the window at the end of the room. Tears fell down as I could not see grasses and meadows; I could not see clear blue skies with gusts of clouds, no mountains, no river and no valleys, no birds and no trees. It was all gone! There were skyscrapers everywhere, cars flying across my windows in a lane; I couldn’t bear to look down because I felt there is no more ground. I don’t know where these skyscrapers were standing on, where was I standing on.

I have an instinct that this is not only morning I have but many such mornings of hopes and yet doom and darkness encircles me every time I see out of that window. My hopes and dreams just burns into an ashes and next morning again it rises as a phoenix.

I sat down near my bed in an arm chair. Surprisingly it was so comfortable than what it looked like. A heard a peep of machine and a lady in blue suit entered my room with a briefcase in her hand.

Hello Ami! The lady greeted.

I just stared at her; I had no clue that who is she and what she is doing here. What am I doing here too?

She started looking at me and I can see data scrolling in her eyes with nonstop peep, peep, peep….

Those machine sounds irritated me; I just knew I hate machines. I feel suffocated here, I want to run out. I know I need to fight and understand something but I was not sure what it is?

I asked her immediately: who are you and why I cannot go out?

Ma’am I am your nurse. I came to take your vital signs. I am model number 65AA5C, designed for geriatric human beings of 21th century.

What am I doing here?

You are preserved personnel and also for research of Dr. Salamantra ma’ am. You are the founder of the Unirobo lab, which is now a Unirobo company.

It did not interest me what she said, she did not answered properly what I am doing here? I feel frustrated and yet weak and fragile. I looked around it was an utter void in the room. There was my bed in the corner and above it was a big lens which surely is not an eye to the sky but something programmed so I can see sky view from it. There was a table next to my bed and a thin paper with no pen. There were many buttons in the walls of the room. I guess each has a purpose.

Nurse smiled and uttered: there you go, perfectly healthy. Let me introduced this room to you ma’am. She went near the table, took the paper: this is a tablet, if you want to write anything. The password is all caps “UNIROBO” and she explained me which button is for foods, which one is for water, for snacks, for outdoor experience, virtual reality, clothes and so on and on. She kept on talking but I did not listen to her. I was more wandering myself about my existence in this room, when I can remember of no such technologies when I was a child or in my memory.

I stood up.

This is all madam, thank you and have a good day!

I nodded and she left, closing the door behind her.

I went to the “paper looking tablet” and hold it. It was soft like a paper. And suddenly became hard as a glass as I lifted it up. It asked me a password; I put it down and thought to try those buttons. I forgot which button is which one, I pressed the one near table and a big screen appeared with a face of a little girl saying: mama, I miss you! I am … I pressed the button again and it was gone in less than a second.

I pressed another button and a food tray just came from the wall, it had a turkey leg, vegetables, soups, rice, muffins, juices and some candies. I pressed another button near the window, and a huge mirror appeared. I looked into the mirror and to my surprise; I looked so young with deep blue eyes, red hair, and pale skin. I thought I am old. How can this be even true? I pressed the button again and the mirror vanished. I looked my hands, legs, touched my skin. I was not old, it was all young and elastic and supple. I randomly pressed buttons and many things came and went from drinks, men, my childhood living in front of me, history, geography, space stations, several programs, foods, dresses.

I sat down in the floor. I felt a grief of not knowing anything. I grabbed the tablet and encoded a password and started typing what I felt. In this vast universe I am alone here, facing unknown and being unknown to self. What can possibly be more tragic than not knowing oneself?

~Pranesha Dotel.

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