I had just got a new job, working in a Bio Garden. It supported many different types of life from a rain forest environment. When I entered the building, it was like the scene in "Men In Black" were Will Smith enters the building for the first time. I was greeted by the owner of the Bio Garden. He was about 5' 8" with a receding hairline that began around the middle of his head. His eyes were a dark blue color that seemed never to wonder, but always knowing. He looked old by the hair, but his face was one of a young adult with no wrinkles.
He was quick to show me what to do. How to operate the elevator and my PIN. We got onto the elevator and it seemed to take a fraction of a second for the door to open again were everything was. I could smell a fragrance that enchanted the senses. I felt the slight mist that fell on me. He told me to take off my coat. I took off my coat and he took it for me and gave it to a man it a tux.
I went to my desk by some force. Some how I knew it was mine and then one of my coworkers came to say hi. He knew me and talked like I had been there for years. I understood and already knew all he said and told him I remembered that. There was a sound of gunfire that rang through my ear. It didn't bother me that the person in front of me had just been hit. I thought, oh
well. I went back about my work, controlling the minds of the employees. I was using them as my lab rats for research. The Bio Garden was not what everyone else thought.
One by one, I killed works off. I was their God, and not anyone could stop I thought. The sirens screeched, alerting me of a malfunctioned mind unit. It was the person that had greeted me. A fear struck through me as I saw I too was a human. The only difference was I was a human playing with a power too great for me.
I felt the sensation of pain that was so great, I could not react. I felt my body losing control of everything and felt something slide out of my back. It was that same guy that broke free. He had punched a hole, right through my left lung. All of them started to come from all sides around me. The dead became the undead and ready to take what I had taken, life. "Why!? Why did
I do this!" I kept saying to myself. They did not kill me, I was wrong. They put a mind unit in me now, but made it were I could see from the inside. They were going to show me what it was to be tortured and let me live as long as they could make me. Everyday, I was told of what I did, and what will happen to me.
~End of Dream~
I woke up at around 8 am. I called in sick to work.
