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I stepped inside the rotten camber-like hallway with a man in front of me and a man behind me, intimidated by the tall husky men in radioactive protection suits holding what looked like tranquilizer guns to keep order in line. I could not understand... the ad to test out this new medicine for eye infection said there were no risks. I would be the subject to test a medicine that could save thousands from blindness.

My thoughts broke as a terrifying scream pierced my ears. A naked man in a cell to my left was wailing and moaning on the floor in an awkward fetal position. I continued to walk forward in the line when I noticed that he wasn't crying, but holding back his face, for when I turned my head I could see out the corner of my eye that water had swelled so much behind his eyes that it came gushing out of his face and his eyes were forced from his head into his hands as his head pumped more and more fluid. And for a split second, I thought he had turned and looked at me through those hollow leaking sockets.

I shut my eyes so tightly, reassuring myself that I was fine. Deep, grizzly breathing all I heard as I passed the guards next to each cell. More and more people had begun to scream and shriek in horror as the medicine they tested had not worked. "Heeeeeeerreeeeee...." said a guard as he stepped in front of me to cut me off from the rest of the moving line. Reluctantly, I walked into the dark empty cell feeling a freezing cold draft crawl up my hospital gown. Hearing the cell door slam shut, I noticed there was no toilet, no sink, no window. There were no accommodations here to serve even the worst of criminals; I was a prisoner, and my mind was the victim.

The cell was a rusted gray metal, cold and hard. A metallic box was thrown at me by one of the guards. He made a noise that close to the starting of a jammed blender, then motioned to the box on the floor and walked off. I sat down and held the box in my trembling hands. Inside, one pill. The pill that they had made us test to find the one that had been formulated correctly... none had been found since every single test subject before me had laid in agony in their lonely metal cells.

Was this, I thought, a pill to test this newly discovered miracle medicine? Or to kill us... My mind went into a calm state as the noise of dozens of people screaming made my brain numb. I took the pill and sat motionless for what seemed like hours. A figure broke my stare as he walked into my cell in some sort of hurry. "You... feel nothing?" Said the man in the darkness. "No... nothing... at all." I replied robotically. "Ah well then don't mind me." He said. He leaned over to grab the box I had held in my hands and for one brief second I caught a glimpse of his swollen eye sockets.
"You consumed this pill?"
"Yes."
"No symptoms, no side effects, no pain?"
"Nothing."
"Good."
He wrote down the number from the bottom of the box then glanced at me and smiled, that creepy silhouette of a smile in the darkness. "You were the lucky one. This is the curing pill." He turned and walked out of the cell again in a hurry, mumbling "Good day" before disappearing again into the dark long hallway. A guard came up to me and motioned me out of the cell. I walked to the place whence I came, a guard following closely behind with his tranquilizer gun.

Strangely I felt a shiver of disappointment that I could not share the suffering of my now corpse-like cell mates. Their dying noises seemed almost like one big harmonious song. I rather enjoyed my stay. After the whole experience... I think of all the people who had died to test the pills I take to cope with my imminent and inevitable insanity.

Description
I stepped inside the rotten camber-like hallway with a man in front of me and a man behind me, intimidated by the tall husky men in radioactive protection suits holding what looked like tranquilizer guns to keep order in line. I could not understand... the ad to test out this new medicine for eye infection said there were no risks. I would be the subject to test a medicine that could save thousands from blindness.

My thoughts broke as a terrifying scream pierced my ears. A naked man in a cell to my left was wailing and moaning on the floor in an awkward fetal position. I continued to walk forward in the line when I noticed that he wasn't crying, but holding back his face, for when I turned my head I could see out the corner of my eye that water had swelled so much behind his eyes that it came gushing out of his face and his eyes were forced from his head into his hands as his head pumped more and more fluid. And for a split second, I thought he had turned and looked at me through those hollow leaking sockets.

I shut my eyes so tightly, reassuring myself that I was fine. Deep, grizzly breathing all I heard as I passed the guards next to each cell. More and more people had begun to scream and shriek in horror as the medicine they tested had not worked. "Heeeeeeerreeeeee...." said a guard as he stepped in front of me to cut me off from the rest of the moving line. Reluctantly, I walked into the dark empty cell feeling a freezing cold draft crawl up my hospital gown. Hearing the cell door slam shut, I noticed there was no toilet, no sink, no window. There were no accommodations here to serve even the worst of criminals; I was a prisoner, and my mind was the victim.

The cell was a rusted gray metal, cold and hard. A metallic box was thrown at me by one of the guards. He made a noise that close to the starting of a jammed blender, then motioned to the box on the floor and walked off. I sat down and held the box in my trembling hands. Inside, one pill. The pill that they had made us test to find the one that had been formulated correctly... none had been found since every single test subject before me had laid in agony in their lonely metal cells.

Was this, I thought, a pill to test this newly discovered miracle medicine? Or to kill us... My mind went into a calm state as the noise of dozens of people screaming made my brain numb. I took the pill and sat motionless for what seemed like hours. A figure broke my stare as he walked into my cell in some sort of hurry. "You... feel nothing?" Said the man in the darkness. "No... nothing... at all." I replied robotically. "Ah well then don't mind me." He said. He leaned over to grab the box I had held in my hands and for one brief second I caught a glimpse of his swollen eye sockets.
"You consumed this pill?"
"Yes."
"No symptoms, no side effects, no pain?"
"Nothing."
"Good."
He wrote down the number from the bottom of the box then glanced at me and smiled, that creepy silhouette of a smile in the darkness. "You were the lucky one. This is the curing pill." He turned and walked out of the cell again in a hurry, mumbling "Good day" before disappearing again into the dark long hallway. A guard came up to me and motioned me out of the cell. I walked to the place whence I came, a guard following closely behind with his tranquilizer gun.

Strangely I felt a shiver of disappointment that I could not share the suffering of my now corpse-like cell mates. Their dying noises seemed almost like one big harmonious song. I rather enjoyed my stay. After the whole experience... I think of all the people who had died to test the pills I take to cope with my imminent and inevitable insanity.