Entry #85

Hell on Earth
by Luke


This was to have been an elegant assimilation. I was entrusted to make a tangible difference, a real impact on the continuance of human evolution.

But not at this cost!

I'd been here less than one Earth hour when the first seizure came.

At first imperceptible, it built into a steady swell, until the crescendo of pain exploded through every cell in this inappropriate human form, this carcass of dying cells.

And so the torture continued every 12 hours and 25 minutes, regular and precise. Up and down; rise and fall; wax and wane; over and over and over

How could I have not been prepared for the unbearable agony, the insanity yet to come?

It was unfortunate but the witnesses had to be silenced.

And now I stumble across grey concrete flooring and wrap my already bulging digits around the cold steel bars. I look out for the last time upon the shrouded face of my tormentor, my destroyer; with its Spring tides and silver malevolence.

It is laughable that in another hour, I am to be prepared for death by lethal injection. Too little. Too late.

I almost feel sorry for them and the sight of my remains - blood, bone and cartilage, scattered over these four walls.

They will have no other choice but to believe then.

It cannot come soon enough.