I woke up with a start, shocked at my surroundings. When I had laid down last night, it was in my small uptown apartment on a stuffed down-pillow wrapped with one thousand thread count sheets. But where I laid now was far from that.
A hard, starch white elevated bed with what felt like a rock for a pillow. The bed had been placed in the center of a round room with padded walls. Sunlight streamed in from the glass ceiling above, filling the room with more unnecessary brightness. My eyes started to throb from the numbing intensity.
I looked at my clothes to find them changed as well. A grey tunic hung loosely about my chest with a matching draw-string pant. The fabric had a rough texture to it, leaving my skin to feel dry and slightly irritated.
I flipped myself up onto my side and swung my feet onto the floor. But as soon as I tried to stand I felt my legs give from weakness and I plummeted onto the ground. I let out a moan as I tried to stand back up. Every part of my body felt as if it were mush, fumbling and releasing any tension in the muscles. Why was I so tired? I gave up after a while and lay on the floor, finding it surprisingly as comfortable as the bed I had been placed.
Questions started to fill my head but I was unable to do anything about them as even my mind seemed to feed off the exhaustion that had captured my body. So I relented and began to doze off. Just as the heaviness of sleep came upon me a small door opened up through the padding and a woman dressed in blue entered carrying a clipboard and a book.
“Oh no! Mr. Urnst, you’re not supposed to be up. It’s all rest for you right now. Thank goodness for this padding, right?” She flashed a smiled and quickly walked over to me. After a few heaves, I was back on the bed laying stiff as a board.
“Okay, now.” She started writing on her clipboard as she hummed a tune and walked around me, every so often poking a body part. After a while she nodded and then walked up to an area directly in front of my bed. She gently pressed a square next to a small inset in the wall. A release in pressure sounded and a cabinet-sized door swung open from the panel. Inside was a number of switches and lights. She flipped one towards the far right and instantly a thin white ledge began to protrude from the wall, about the height of my bed.
A click was heard as she shut the cabinet door. “This is for you when you’re ready,” she said as she set the book down on the ledge near me. “It’s everything you’ll need to know about the first phase. And then some.” She smiled.
“Miss?” I had finally charged enough energy to speak “Can…can you te….tellll….llll…” I lost the sentence as I spoke, finding myself breathing deeply.
The woman chuckled as she shook her head. “You testers. All of you are always so surprised. I can just never figure out why. I mean what did you expect? Oh well, just how it goes.” She winked and began walking towards the door. At the last second she turned and said, “I almost forgot, this is your first awakening. Silly me.” She straightened her back, lifting her chin awkwardly and said, “On behalf of the Untouchable Staff, welcome to the training facility. You have officially started you’re testing to become an Untouchable. Or as some of us like to say, a superhuman.”