Author : Michael Herbaugh a.k.a. “Freeman”
Thatâ€™s my first thought
I canâ€™t move my hands
Thatâ€™s the next thought. Then like a lightning bolt, Iâ€™m fully conscious. I know where I am and I know why I am here.
â€œWAIT! I can prove Iâ€™m human! When Iâ€™m in bed I canâ€™t sleep unless I have three points tucked in. Between my legs, under my shoulder and under the opposite arm. Surely, thatâ€™s something human? Iâ€™m human, you canâ€™t kill meâ€
â€œAll skin jobs think that.â€ The voice came from the darkness to my right. â€œSee itâ€™s genetic memory, you canâ€™t help it. Your host had that predisposition so itâ€™s been passed to you. It doesnâ€™t change what you are.â€
â€œBut, I know Iâ€™m human! I bleed like everyone else, I feel, I think!â€
â€œLook, kid. I didnâ€™t wait for you to wake up so we can debate this. I just donâ€™t like decommissioning skin jobs while theyâ€™re unconscious.â€
He levels the gun to my forehead.
â€œTHIS IS NOT HOW THINGS GO IN MY DREAMS! THEYâ€¦â€
The plea was cut short by the gunshot’s thunderous finality.
â€œWait, did he say dreaâ€¦â€¦.?â€