October 5th 2035. Exactly 3652 days after my first check up.

I remember it like it was yesterday, how can I forget being roughly tossed on a silver table, held down by four super strong human beings and strapped up like a pig about to be gutted.

One leg to each corner on the table, tightly secured to the extent where I start to lose feeling in my toes.

Hands cuffed to chains under the sides of the table. Yes I was bent like they knew I have no bones… Or they didn’t mind breaking them. My back tightly pressed against the table I could feel the temperature on my spine.

I would never forget! Today, I’m still amazed that I managed to make it to this 10th year appointment alive. Hopefully every 123.3m of my body gives them what they’re looking for soon.

What exactly are they trying to find? That they couldn’t find for the past nine years? It’s time for me to be released.

Yes! It’s time for me to escape. I swiveled through the nearest exit breaking from darkest into bright light. Only to realize it was the entrance to the room with that darn silver table.

I climb onto it. By myself. Strapped my own limbs in. I know the procedure but I never agreed to be this doctor’s science project.