Post-Modern Prometheus Part 12Floating felt so nice – that feeling of being warm, and weightless. It was one of the more pleasant dreams Fleischer had had as of late. Or was it another vision? It felt so real, lying on his back in the water, with his legs… not legs….His eyes snapped open, and he winced at the bright lights overhead. He was awake, but, apparently hadn't just imagined floating. The pillow his head was resting on was comfortable, at least, but that didn't change the fact that he had tentacles instead of legs. And, those boneless limbs, it seemed, were floating free in the warm water – a small pool.The pillow rested on the edge of the pool, and Fleischer dared not move his head, in fear of sinking into the water and drowning. He knew he had gills, but not whether they functioned, and he didn't particularly feel like putting them to the test. His tentacles, it seemed, were doing some unconscious testing of their own &
Post-Modern Prometheus Part 11The voices were back. They started out quiet, and almost soothing, but they very quickly gained a volume and clarity that couldn't be ignored."Good morning, Doctor Fleischer," not voices – one voice… Isaac's… and, through the intercom, given the faint static.Fleischer only gave an inarticulate groan in reply. He had had the most vivid, terrible nightmare, and he was exhausted. His muscles were slow to respond, and he must have slept at some odd angle because his legs felt odd. Perhaps it was because he had fallen asleep in the bathtub, again. He had been doing that a lot, lately – but, his skin had gotten so sensitive to the dry air, and it positively itched if he let it get too dehydrated."Doctor Fleischer," the voice returned, gently insistent. "I want you to look down. Do it slowly, and, please try to remain calm. We can fix this."Look down? Fix what? A sense of dread started to well up in
Post-Modern Prometheus Part 10Fleischer hadn't eaten – had refused to eat – for nearly three days. He felt all of the unpleasant effects of it, too; the painful gnawing in his stomach, the near-constant feeling of lethargy, headaches. He wondered, sometimes, if hunger was the cause of it all, or if some of it was being caused by internal changes to his anatomy.The former Medic's outward appearance, at least, had not changed any further – not that he could see, at least. It was the thought of unseen changes to his organs that worried him the most.His captors must have been worried, or curious, as well, judging by the faint scent of something in the air. Fleischer tracked it to one of the vents, and given the slightly bitter smell in the air pouring out he knew exactly what was happening. He quickly moved away from the vent – retreated to the bathroom and locked the door behind. It would only delay the inevitable, he knew, but, it was something.
Post-Modern Prometheus Part 9There were few things that felt quite as nice as the luxury of a warm bath. It was quiet, and peaceful, and one of the few places where Fleischer could ever truly feel himself relax. He didn't remember getting in – but, that made a little sense, if he had been tired enough to actually fall asleep in the bath. The water was still warm, though. That was a pleasant change, really. Usually if he fell asleep in a bath (and, it didn't happen often) he wound up waking because the water had gone cold. He quickly tried to remember whether or not he had put Lukas to bed before he had gotten in the bath.Lukas was gone, though.That was a rather cold jolt back to reality – to the present – and Fleischer quickly snapped his eyes open. The bath, at least, was real – real, and something he hadn't been afforded since the war had ended. Space, after all, had been at a premium both at Well and, of course, at the labor camp.
Post-Modern Prometheus Part 8The lights were far too bright. They were painfully bright, even, and Fleischer had to close his eyes not even a second after he'd opened them. He heard what seemed to be voices – or one voice, at least. It took him awhile to finally start to focus in on the sound."Doctor Fleischer?" It was Davis – or, it sounded like him, at least. "Doctor Fleischer, can you hear me?"Fleischer gave a small, unhappy groan in reply. He felt exhausted, and sore, and when he tried to flex his jaw, he could also feel what might be wads of gauze wedged between his back teeth. He must have made a displeased sound or face, because the rather subtle action got Isaac's attention."Sorry about that," the older man said. "We didn't want you to bite your tongue while you were out. Could you open your eyes, please?"There was a long pause before the Medic complied. Even then, he winced a little at the light. His eyes, however, adjusted