Earth girl finally opened her eyes, poised in a yogi pose hovering a foot or so off the surface of the laboratory floor. The remaining data retrieval quelled to a sigh once she was aware of her environment. Quietly surveying her environment, her eyes moved from one side of the room to the other. There was buzzing and clicks she could not identify, but it came from all around the lab. After a moment, words came to her as she looked at each item in her path and she recalled them one by one. “Chair.” She heard herself say. “Table…desk…book…” Recalling each item, her mind understood their use, what they all meant to her. Her eyes gazed upon all the items, except one, the item she came from. The vacant cylindrical tube was still and silent, not speaking to her. For some reason, she thought that it should speak, like she spoke. In confusion, with furrowed brow and a frown upon her lips, she tried to make out what this thing meant to her. Recall data was in waiting it seemed. She closed her eyes again hoping that it would make a difference. That it would make a difference.
The tube ajar, in its upright stance facing Earth girl, should mean something. Unfolding from the yogi pose, she stood up and in standing she realized that she did not know yet how to use her legs. Well at least, that is what her mind told her, that they were called “legs”. She giggled. The sound echoed around her and she almost jumped where she stood by the shock of it. The high pitch of what came from her. She stood still. Not allowing herself to try to move, not because of fear, but because she did not know how. Slowly, she looked down at her legs, itemizing everything from her thigh to her knee, her ankles, feet then toes. She began there, at the toes, moving them. It was not a graceful approach to the tube, but she tried and took a step, lifting up her knee towards her chest. First her left, then her right leg after, repeating this motion she finally arrived before the tube. What was it? This thought did not come from the data recall or programming. She believe it came from her. How did she know? She did not know.
As she now stood before it, she surveyed the exterior of this tubular object wondering of its signification. It towered above her and was wide enough to swallow her back into it, if it so wished. The Earth girl shuddered at the thought, but her curiosity urged her to wonder further as to its origins. The hard shell was clear, where she could see the inside from the outside. She had a memory recall of looking out from the inside. Remembering she was contained within it, but could not recollect beyond the tube. It is as though it birthed her. Excitedly, she touched the clear shell of the tube, touching its sides and venturing to the back of it. It just stood there cold, when she remembered warmth, the tube still not speaking to her. Seeking above, then below her eye caught something she had not noticed initially. Her eyes adjusting, zoning in on the words, it seemed the writing was scratched out or tarnished. The metal label on the tube with letters. She could not make out what it meant, but she sought frantically in her data recall, for her subconscious to give her something so she could know…understand what it all meant. The only letters coming into clear view from the damaged label. She uttered the letters she was able to make out before her.
“H”, she whispered.
“U” after a sigh, then, “M”.
She was spiraling into a state of panic and confusion. The label on the tube where she came from, is this me? Am I Hum?
From the Author: The name of the main character came from a friend. very close dear and inspirational. This is the beginnings of a science fiction odyssey story that I want to share. In my musings, I have written paragraphs that I am working on and will present them as they come to me in my creative writing processes. Thank you for reading.
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