An Arm For A Life

Chapter 2-The purpose

Here is a little story I like to tell people who don't know why I do what I do. So it all started with one paper.
"Sign here, here, and initial here." said the scientist who looked like a private in the science field, and more of an auctioneer than a world-class scientist. It said 'by signing this form you agree that we (the C.R.A.Z.T) can take tests on you with no-' and I stopped there because it was like 1000 words.

The next part said informed concent on what we are doing.

So, I did what he said and signed twice and initialed where he pointed. Experiaments went by, day after day, month after month, and year after year and no "accidents" happened. All the sudden, a garenteed text that they sent to me and all of the other "helpers". I go and I am standing in a chamber that had a BIOHAZARD sticker. "Is this a sticker for show or a real one?" I asked.

"An artificial one that's why it is in this professional laboratory." the professional scientist said with sarcasm in his voice.

"Okay then" I said insecurely and with that a bright, blue light flashed about 5 times and then a tickling sensation was felt as if I was pinned down by the Tickle Monster and he would not stop. I was legitimately about to pee my pants in front of professional scientists. Expecaly all of the female scientist. I took my mind off of my pain by singing warriors in side my head. I didn't even get to finish my song and the tickling stopped. That night was weird, in mater of fact. I couldn't sleep so I called them and asked why I can't sleep they said it was probably a side effect of the experiment and to drink a whole gallon of milk and get to bed so I won't be late for the next experiment. Another one, holy crap are they working hard or not. The next day came and I was groggy in the morning and completely forgot about the experiment and quickly threw on a blue v-neck shirt and black jeans. So I hopped in my Nissan and stopped at Starbucks to get a latè and left to the C.R.A.Z.T HQ. I had no idea I was gonna lose an arm or any body part now that I mention it. This being my almost 500th experiment, I decided to quit the tests. So get my money and get a normal job. I was about say what is it this time with my latè in my hand and then I noticed the No food or drinks beyond this point. So, I threw my latè in the trash can and continued my groggy and rushed morning. I missed the latè's taste on my tongue and promised myself I will get another one when I'm heading home to eat lunch. It was roughly about 10:34 when I walked in and they told me to step into my lab suit and head into the testing room. The architect who built this place built the test room away from the suit room. I was walking and I saw a monkey in a cage, poor thing. I also noticed a pig in a pen living life as if nothing happened. Again poor thing. They can't sign waivers so I feel sorry for them. I finally arrive at the room after a few minutes after I prayed for the animals, I walked into the room and entered the machine and started to pixelate but only my arm moved to point B.

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