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and a grey door with the number ‘eighty three’ printed on it
The thoughts of the future me … modern me … whatever … surface briefly.
And this is, um, before med-school, back when I was still a young man.
But it wasn’t a pure white; time had aged and tinged it, and made it most comparable to the sclera of a person’s eye. It was a corrupted colour.
The one nearest me read ‘animals’, and opposite it was ‘supplies’. A little further down I spied ‘weapons’.
I waved at a nearby dog that was pining in my general direction.
I opened it and looked inside - tightly wrapped in Clearfield was my twenty quid’s worth of Exx.
That Alex could prepare it for me was another perk of taking the Exx there in the labs.
I followed the line of cages, examining the many animals inside. There was a variety of them; there were even a few unusual ones from overseas. There was a strange looking rodent, for example, with large, pointed ears.
Hey, a monkey! I cried. ‘I love monkeys. How you doing, little guy?’ As with the dog, I stuck a finger through the cage to stroke it. The monkey shrunk away, making a funny chirping sound as it did so. Its white-furred face examined my finger with what looked like confusion, then it cautiously reached out with a hand and tapped my finger, before yanking its hand back again. I chuckled - I loved monkeys.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ Alex said from behind me. ‘I told you not to touch anything.’
I glanced over my shoulder at him. ‘Hey, I didn’t hear you come bac-’ I was cut off as a sharp stinging pain pierced my finger. I yanked it from the cage, and cried, ‘The little bastard bit me!’ Blood dribbled down my finger. ‘Mother fucker.’
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