Last Thoughts

Blood trickles out of your broken leg slowly and steadily, creating a small yellow pool beside. The only light comes from the small hole above you, only enough to see that there’s no way out of this. Such a tiny little hole it is, so small you didn’t even see it before you fell into it. It was a 20 meter drop, maybe? There’s no good way to tell, and even if there was your brain is getting a little too foggy to figure it out. It won’t matter, anyways.

You know what happens next, now. You will grow more and more fatigued with no way of locating anything to help you. Your blood pressure will fall and your heart will beat quicker and quicker until it develops into ventricular tachycardia and soon after cardiac arrest. The little health management chip they put in your brain when you were made is the only reason you know any of this. Putting that chip in your head is probably the only good thing anyone has ever done to you.

They sent you down here to find some precious piece of cargo they left down here, but you know they never expected you to come out. You’ve seen the bodies. Every little experiment they made, all of them failures. You think you realized you weren’t making it out after you found the tenth one. At this point, though? They can go to hell. You hope that whatever it was they wanted back sits and rots down here for the rest of time. You hope that something down here comes up and tears them limb from limb so they can feel a fraction of the pain they have put you through.

You cough up a little bit of blood. Oh great, you have internal bleeding too. Your health chip tells you that your BPM is at 185 and your blood pressure is at 80/51. Not much longer now.

In these last moments you wonder what you hoped for when they sent you down here. You spent your whole life in labs and training rooms, and if you got out somehow you doubt that would have changed. You were made a tool and you could never be anything else. Still though, you wonder what you would have liked to experience. A vacation, maybe? You remember hearing one of them talking about that, about a nice respite from work. That would’ve been nice. There is no way you were ever going to have that though. Really your greatest hope in life was death and you didn’t realize it until you looked it in the eyes for the first time.

BPM of 208 now. You’re out of time.

It’s getting hard to think n%w. Yo&’r$ he%r# stop) and a^l yo& can t%in@ ab%^$ is (ow y*u j^%t w@*t re#t.

G&^d%$e w%*(d…

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