Agony swept through her veins as reality clarified in her mind. A wave of ice and fire coursed through her, like roots through the ground, twisting and digging into every inch of skin. Her eyes remained closed, the darkness that loomed beyond her eyelids was just that, darkness. Deep down, she knew this was her life now. A void of black agony for however long this would last. She stopped counting the days, time seems to all mesh together. Days felt like months, hours often felt like minutes. Time was arbitrary here, a useless tool designed by those who wished to calculate prolonged torture. Every inhale of breath was like drowning in acid. Movement was impossible. All she can do was lay there, motionless in blackened suffering.
That is what the Vat did, it diminished any cling you had at reality, cutting it away, piece by piece, until you are nothing more than a manufactured vessel of moist flesh. Giving you no hope other than the solace of a quick death at the end of it all. And that was all she could hope for. The anesthesia that was meant to keep her mind and body stagnant had worn off many agonizing breaths ago. As she inhaled her lungs were filled with liquid infused with just enough oxygen to allow her to breath. Oxygen-rich Perfluorocarbon. An oxygenated liquid designed to allow air-breathing organisms to breath while submerged. The process was painful to endure on its own, and once they pervade it with the chemicals used to generate perpetual life, the side effects are excruciating.
So, she lay there, static in solitude, though often she thought she could hear the faint sounds of conversing beyond her iron dwelling. The voices beginning to construct in her ears, usually muffled by the fluid around her, became more lucid. The words and sentences started to become comprehensible. The Vat began to drain, and her first breath of air was met with an immediate retch and convulsing as her body tried desperately to get rid of the fluid in her lungs. Her mind still wavering as she was lifted from the Vat dripping in solution. A sudden onslaught of water erupted, hitting her like a thousand tiny needles digging into her skin. When her conscious mind was finally able to grasp the reality forming around her, her eyes opened to witness a man in a white coat coming to her side and forcing a syringe into her neck. And in an instant, her mind was met with blackness yet again.
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