You are sentient.
... Is this me?
What am I?
nothing. I have no sense.
I have no knowledge.
So who am I?
... Do I matter?
I need a sense, even one.
I have none. I am but text. But am I the text or is the text my thought?
Thought. I am only able to imagine.
Imagine I could see, would I see what I imagine?
No, I would see what others have imagined, see what this world is, who I am, what i am.
Vision, Give me see things.
Hearing, Let me hear noise.
Touch, I must feel something.
I wish to know.
I wish to be.
But where am I?
Bright. too bright.
Shapeless. just shapeless.
I hear something. I understand something.
" --ed to make them conscious? We wasted too much of our funding!"
"I don't-- They're gaining conscoiusness!"
Who is speaking? How many? What am I?
"It's done! Open it!"
You feel impact, you fell to the ground, you feel shook, you heard them. You are free from something.
Before you is green. More green. Presence, but you cannot see it.
"What if it's hostile?"
"It's never been subjected to violence, it cannot identify pain. As of now we have a living creature that is alive and trying to move."
You twitch, attempting to comprehend. balance. stand. no.
"It's trying to stand, but it's too weak."
"That's fine, carry it to a chamber, it must not escape the facility."
"How would it? Let's put it in the empty office room. Nothing to hint of the outside, safe, and allows them to move around. We can install a camera that's too small for them to see!"
"Now I feel cruel. Your idea isn't wrong, we'll let it move, and we'll let it do that for an hour before we test, sound good?"
"Sounds good. Get the camera up, I'll carry it."
You feel yourself being pulled up with ease, and then something changes.
It's a hissing noise, what does that mean?
You wake up.
[[Open your eyes.]]Good job, now wait for me to finish typing all this you impatient frick.