A History of Our Planet
" Serina where are you?"
"I’m here. I was hiding."
Oh, not much, just sitting and thinking really."
So, do you want to come to the beach with us?"
God I remember conversations like that. Simple and easy. All we needed was a nice day and a good tan. I look back at that and long for it. Well, sometimes I do. Most of the time I don’t have the energy to remember. If I do get enough time to start to think about that kind of thing I am much more likely to just fall asleep. I guess that is what happens with responsibility, you lose time to remember who you are and what makes you happy.
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What I discovered as I awoke was that I was bound and wrapped in a black rubbery sheet. I thought I had been abducted. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity bound and unable to move except to contract and release my muscles.
Then I saw something I had never seen before. There was a person, something that looked very much like me standing over me. It was familiar in form but I didn’t really know what it was. I was to learn very soon that this was a man. He, as I learned the pronoun to be, was to be responsible for nine other "women" and me. I had never heard that word "woman" before and the way that he said it I could tell it was not a good thing to be.
He unwrapped me from my rubber sheet and lifted me into a machine. It was good that he had lifted me because as he unwrapped me I realized I couldn’t move my joints. My body looked normal, except I was so sickly white I could almost see through my skin, but it wouldn’t bend. The machine he put me in unlocked my joints by chemically "stretching" my tendons. My body had been able to maintain its condition and tone because the simulator that I was in allowed my body’s muscles to contract and release as my simulator body did. Of course I didn’t know any of the whys at that time. I was just scared and confused. I didn’t know where I was or what these men wanted or where they had come from.
In the following weeks I, along with the other women in my group were subjected to heinous abuse. We were not allowed to sleep. We were sexually assaulted. We were forced to scavenge food from the leftovers of the men’s meal. The list of indignities and atrocities is too long to name, not only for me but also for all of the women. This was the worst time in our lives.
We tried to think of a way out. The other women in my group and I tried once to escape only to realize there was nowhere to go. We were on board some kind of ship and all we could do was wait and hope. We were also slowly gathering information about where we had been. We discovered that we had all, including the men, been kept in stasis for a long space journey. We were to teraform and colonize a new planet. The simulators that had created our worlds before we were woken up were to maintain our minds and bodies so that when the time came we would be ready to wake up. We had apparently been put in stasis as babies and in it we grew. The simulators provided all that we needed mentally. The holding cell where we were placed provided for us physically.
One day while we were trying to find some food something went terribly wrong. The ship lost control as we were descending into the atmosphere of a planet that was a possibility for teraforming. We crashed in a jungle of sorts. Many people died. I lost consciousness. When I came too I realized that my keeper was dead. I began to search for a way out. That wasn’t hard there were doors out everywhere, I learned that the ship was to have been the beginning of the new city that was to be...