She heard voices as she slowly awoke. She groaned and opened
her eyes, waiting for her vision to shift into focus. She was laying on a bed,
naked, numerous pads and wired and needles stuck into her. She also felt wet,
as though she had just been pulled from a bath. Standing over her were several
women and men in lab coats and doctor’s masks. A light shone done over her and
its light was harsh to her eyes.
“Okay, here we are,” said one of the men. “She’s awake.” He
pushed the light back and leaned over her. “Welcome to the world,” he said. “I
am Dr. Kathix. I am one of your creators.”
She looked at him confused. “Creator?” she said, her voice
sounding weak and strained.
“Yes,” he said. “Do you feel well enough to sit up?”
“I guess,” she said. Several hands grabbed her and helped
her up. She felt weak, as though she’d been bedridden for several weeks.
However, after a moment, she was able to orient herself, and she sat up without
the need for support. Her thoughts were becoming clearer, and her awareness sharper.
She looked around, and could make out the features of the doctors better, her
eyes adjusting to the light. She was in a hospital room, with several machines
beeping as they took readings of her pulse and who knows what else. The
equipment wasn’t a standard heart monitor. There were a total of eight doctors
surrounding her.
