Decided to write a complete short story based off of this prompt I commented on a few days back.
It's sort of long (around 5,400 words), so I've broken it into chapters in case folk want to read in chunks.
Enjoy!
2nd Breath
Module 1: A Glitch
Ben York was bouncing his knee up and down, wondering if he would have enough time to get up and go microwave a cup of noodles. He passed an anxious glance at the clock on his desk, it's electric green digits showing 2:32 PM; it had been almost two hours since Mr. Jacobs had entered the 2nd Breath pod.
Ben admired Jacobs, almost to the point of idolization, but as he looked away from his clock and back to the man laying down in the see-through pod with nodes attached to his temples, Ben felt what was pretty damn closed to fear. Mr. Jacobs was a devil of a man, always firm with any requests, and one of the most recent requests was for Ben to keep eyes on Jacobs at all times during his stint in the pod.
There was no telling what would happen when Jacobs emerged from the pod (if he did emerge). The man looked like he was laying in a coffin; hands resting on his chest, clasped together. If it weren't for the monitors flashing Jacob's vitals on the screens sitting to the side of the clock, Ben would have certainly thought that the multi-trillion dollar technology mogul had been dead. Boy, wouldn't that have been something to tell the journalists about.
"Fuck it," Ben said lightly. The growling in his stomach had escalated to a ravenous roar, and he was ready for some goddamn lunch. He stood away from the table, rubbing at his numb ass with sweaty palms. The break room was small and meager; Jacobs didn't believe in such things as "breaks". He was all business. But that was his business. Ben's business at the moment was deciding between chicken or beef flavored noodles.
He flipped a quarter that had been in his pocket, caught it, slammed it on the back of his palm, and then realized that he hadn't decided which side would represent what flavor. He flicked the quarter into the air again, this time settling on chicken for heads, because the last thing Jacobs had called him was a cockhead. He gave a small chuckle at that when he caught the quarter, then slammed it on the back of his hand.
"TRINA??"
Ben screamed, flinging his hands in the air, subsequently launching the quarter off somewhere on top of the refrigerator.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS TRINA?!"
Ben ran out of the break room, heart pounding in his ears and a sour taste in his mouth. The voice that had been yelling was almost on the verge of breaking. It sounded like whoever it was had lost their mind. It didn't sound like Mr. Jacobs at all.
And there, sitting on the edge of the pod, was Mr. Jacobs. His eyes were red, god how they were so fucking red. There was blood dripping from his nose down into his gums; his lips were pulled back in a snarl as his bloodshot eyes gazed around the room. They locked onto Ben. God how that man looked at Ben.
"Were you the cunt who fucking did it, huh? YOU AUTOMATED BASTARD!" Jacobs screamed. Ben was shocked to see how fast Jacobs moved across the room. So shocked that he didn't even move when Jacobs reached out with a hand and gripped him around the throat.
"YOU FUCKING BROKE IN?! IT WAS YOU?"
"No, ech ," Ben coughed, "I didn't do anything. Mr., Mr. Jacobs, you were in a simulation, it was all fake, it was all fake."
Jacobs squeezed harder with a hand that felt like it had been resting in a pail of ice for the past two hours.
"Oh I know they were fake, you son of a bitch, I know they were all fake, but not Trina! She was the only real one! And you fucking killed her, didn't you, you fucking A.I.! You artificial piece of shit, I'll fucking rip out your goddamn throat!"
Ben felt Jacobs squeeze harder, and finally his instincts kicked in. He brought up his knee into Jacobs' crotch as hard as he could. As kneecap connected to groin, Ben could feel the erection that Jacobs had been sporting snap. Immediately, the crazed man released Ben's throat, then crumpled to the floor, grasping his mangled dick.
The confrontation was probably over by then, but Ben made sure with another kick to the back of Jacobs' head. The man who he had once called boss stopped thrashing on the floor. He was back asleep, just as he had been before Ben had left the room with thoughts of noodles.
/************************************************************/
"How're you feeling today?" Ben asked.
"You can take these damn straps off, boy," Jacobs responded.
It had been three weeks since Mr. Jacobs emerged from the pod a broken man. He was now admitted to a special hospital room that he had personally rented out before entering the pod. It was a safety precaution that he made only after Ben had constantly prodded him to do so. It's a fucking waste of money, but if it'll shut your goddamn mouth, then so be it, Jacobs had said to Ben.
Waste of money it hadn't been. Thank the lord in the sky that Jacobs had finally caved.
"No, the straps stay on. I told you before you went under that this was well worth the expenditure," Ben said, waving a hand to the surrounding hospital room. "Do you remember what you did to me after you left the pod?"
"Of course I do, you little shit. I had just woken up from that life, I was disoriented. We talked about this. We talked about the possible aftereffects of living another life in the 2nd Breath pod. Why the fuck didn't you have the tranquilizer gun ready? And did you really have to break my goddamn dick? I can't fucking take a piss without seeing blood."
Ben shifted in his seat, the clipboard in his hands almost slipping out of his grip due to now sweaty palms.
"And where the fuck were you? You weren't sitting at your desk."
"I, was, uh," Ben stumbled, "I was getting food from the break room."
"Goddammit Ben," Jacobs chuckled. "It's a good thing your scrawny ass got hungry. If you had been sitting at your desk, I probably would've bashed your head in with one of those damned monitors. Speaking of which, how were they throughout?"
"Your vitals? They were close to flat the whole time. Heart rate stuck around 60 bpm -
"Bpm?"
"Beats per minute, your heart was beating 60 times a minute. There were several moments were it would spike up to 67, but that was as high as it got. It got no lower, well, other than 0, but that was when you ripped off the nodes, I'm guessing."
"Good," Jacobs said quietly.
"Mr. Jacobs, who was Trina, and why did you try to kill me?"
Jacobs rubbed at the hospital bracelet on his wrist, several times putting a finger under it as if he were going to pop it off, but he always ended leaving it be. He finally looked to Ben, his eyes no longer bloodshot like they had been.
"When I was about nineteen, I met Trina at the University of Texas. She was attending one of the lower level math classes I was taking, I think it was college algebra, I don't know, I can't remember. Fuck, that was fifty years ago," Jacobs said.
"No it wasn't," Ben interrupted, "your whole session didn't even last the full two hours-
"You shut the fuck up Ben, I know the specifics."
Ben swallowed down sticky saliva and promptly shut-ted the fuck up.
"I know it was all fake, and in there, I knew it was fake. After meeting Trina, I knew all of it was fucking fake. I started realizing how fake the peoples' personalities were. I started realizing that they felt pre-programmed. I even began to doubt if the professors knew what they were talking about."
Ben wanted to say that all the professors were programmed to be as accurate as modern day college professors. Ben had oversaw a team of programmers who entered all the information, who had programmed the A.I.'s of the avatars. They were all supposed to be as real as everyday real people. Jacobs shouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
But Ben kept his mouth shut, and let Jacobs continue.
"I told Trina, I told her that they all weren't real. At first she thought I was crazy. It had put a bit of a bump in our relationship, but over time, she began to believe me when I pointed out when the professors would sometimes stutter, or when other students would bump into things, or would walk into wrong classes."
Glitches, or maybe the programmers gave certain avatars quirks, Ben thought.
"She believed me, and I knew she wasn't a fake like all of them. She was as real as I was. I knew she was real, because the love we had, the love we made, that shit was fucking real. God, the nights I spent holding her in my arms, feeling her heart beat in tandem with my own, that's how I fuckin' knew she was real."
Ben finally spoke, "Mr. Jacobs, you were the only one in the simulation. The next step is to make it fully functional with more than one person, we're hoping millions, but all of those people were A.I.'s, including Trina."
"SHE WASN'T A FUCKING A.I., SHE WAS MY FUCKING WIFE!" Jacobs yelled, struggling against the restraints that had kept him strapped to the bed. "And they took her away from me, the bastards took her away! She was fucking screaming for me, screaming for me to help her, goddamn it those fuckers in black held me down as they dragged her away!"
The monitor that Jacobs had been connected to started beeping rapidly, and a nurse dressed in white entered the room.
"Mr. Jacobs, you need to calm down," the nurse said.
"Fuck you you goddamn cunt! You're not real, none of you are real, where the fuck is Trina?" He yelled, continuing to thrash against the straps.
"I think you should leave," the nurse said to Ben as she began digging through drawers of a nearby cabinet, pulling a syringe from one and a small bottle from another. "Wait about another week, and come back again if you can. He needs time to get reacquainted with reality," she spoke softly.
Ben didn't need another reason to get out of the room with the screaming man.
God, how that man screamed as Ben walked down the hallway. Jacobs sounded just as he did whenever he first emerged from the pod.
"YOU'RE ALL FUCKING FAKE. WHERE IS TRINA?!"
Ben continued to hear Jacobs' screams as he walked all the way down the hall.
Later that night, Ben would have trouble sleeping. His dreams would often start out normal, but then he would see those eyes, those goddamn red eyes staring into the pit of his soul, and he would hear that scream that sounded on the verge of breaking, "where is Trina?"
It was an early build of 2nd Breath. All of the avatars were pre-programmed, static, unchanging. The next thing in the morning, Ben would pay a visit to the avatar division, and he would see what he could dig up on the avatar that Jacobs had interacted with. This Trina.
The only "real" one.
Module 2: Null
"You did what to his dick?" Jerry spurted from behind his coffee mug, nearly spilling hot chocolate all over his workspace.
"I'm pretty sure I broke it," Ben said, doing his best not to break into a fit of laughter.
"Jesus Christ on the cross, you have no idea how much we have all wanted to do that to that man." Ben shifted back in his rolling chair, a small sliver of a gut-in-the-making peeking out from under his t-shirt. Fifteen years ago, Jerry had been the track star and Ben had been the water boy. In a weird way, the tables had turned, and now Ben was the second in command (probably the first now that the chairman had emerged from the pod a raving lunatic). "How is he?" Jerry asked, a serious tone creeping into his voice. He sat his mug (decorated with #1 Mom) on the table next to his laptop, uncaring of the harms a liquid could do to that kind of hardware.
"Well, he did try to kill me after emerging from the pod, and he probably would've tried again if he wasn't tied down to the hospital bed."
Jerry only nodded, urging Ben to continue.
"He was screaming about an avatar named Trina, I-
Before Ben could finished, Jerry was already whirled around in his chair, hacking away at his laptop with the dexterity that probably was the last remnants of his track-day athleticism.
"They're all pre-set," Jerry said.
"The avatars?"
"Right. In the build that Jacobs was in, there was, uhh, probably only 100,000 avies in there with him. On release day, if there is a release day still, the avies will be dynamic, created on the fly. We still got guys working on that. They're going to take the 100k avies and make an algorithm that will create more avies from their traits, mixing and matching personalities and other quirks."
"Do you know who made Trina?"
Jerry didn't answer. Instead he continued typing away at his laptop. Finally he slammed a pinky on the ENTER key, then scooted to the side, hand pointing to the screen as if saying here you go master.
Ben stepped forward and looked at the monitor. Displayed there was a picture of a woman. She had dark shoulder-length hair, high cheekbones, a small pursed set of lips, and light brown eyes. "That's Trina?"
"That's the one," Jerry said. He rolled back in front of his laptop and starting banging away at the keyboard again. "Here's her details, created with the last bunch of avies, introduced to Jacobs' life around his college years-
"You can tell when was the first time they interacted?" Ben interrupted.
Jerry spun around in the chair, a smile stretching wide on his bearded face, "Buddy, I can tell you how many times they fucked if you asked me."
"I don't really want to know-
"Three thousand five hundred sixty eight times."
"Goddammit Jerry."
"I swear to Jesus, man," Jerry said between laughs, "they screwed sometimes up to five times a day."
"I really don't need to know that about our boss Jerry."
Jerry raised his shoulders and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"I really just need to know who made her, that way I can go have a talk with them."
"Right," Jerry said, once again spinning around in his chair. After a few more clicks and clacks on what was probably a mechanical keyboard, Jerry's shoulders slumped. "Huh."
"What is it?" Ben asked.
"It says null."
"Null?"
"Yeah, null." Jerry slid to the side again to allow Ben to look down at his laptop.
"And what does null mean?"
"There's just no data to say who made her. It's blank."
Ben sighed, "What in the fuck."
"I dunno man," Jerry said, sighing as well as he placed his hands on top of his head. "That shouldn't even be possible. Avies shouldn't be able to run without all the right qualifications, one of them being an owner."
"Are there any other avatars like her? Any others without an owner?"
"I can do a quick query," Jerry said.
Ben's thoughts began to race as Jerry searched through the thousands of avatars. He specifically remembered being a part of the security meeting involving avatar qualifications. He specifically remembered OWNER being at the top of the list.
"No, she's the only one with a Null owner."
"The fuck does that mean? How did she get in there like that?"
"There had to have been some sort of error. There's no way she could've gotten in there like that. Something must've happened."
"Can you figure it out?" Ben asked.
Jerry swiveled back to his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard even more rapidly this time.
"What do you got, tell me Jerry."
He slammed the ENTER key again. "Right here," he said pointing his finger at the screen, "right here is where things went to shit."
Ben looked at the screen and only saw a series of green-text messages. Lines of numbers that he assumed were codes as well as other error messages.
"The bitch went a little nutty right here," Jerry said, pointing to a message that said errno.EIO. "I've never seen anything quite like it, but there's a chance it fucked with her qualifications."
"And she's still in there like that?"
Jerry nodded.
"Is there, like, I don't know, some way to refresh her qualifications? That way we can know who put her in there?"
Jerry grabbed his mug and took a long sip from it. He sat it down and sucked on his upper lip, nodding his head to some quiet beat that accompanied the gears turning in his head. He turned back to his laptop and prodded the keyboard some more. Finally, he stopped.
"We can jump start her. That should refresh her info."
"And how do we do that?" Ben asked, his stomach suddenly starting to feel like stone.
Module 3: The Jump Start
Within the next hour, they were back in the room that housed the first and only 2nd Breath pod. First and only so far. Ben's stomach was still in knots after hearing what Jerry meant by doing a "jump start".
"I'm going to load your conscious into the placeholder Jacobs left behind," Jerry had said on the walk over to the pod housing. "I'll drop you in a few minutes before Trina had her error. If my thinking is right, if you get past the moment she had the error without her bugging out, I can pull you out and her stats should be refreshed. Good as new."
"I'm going to be in Jacobs' spot?"
"Yes, to every avie in 2nd Breath, you will look like Jacobs. We only had time to create one player placeholder, and it is one of Jacobs, since, you know, he wanted to be the first person to test it."
"How long am I going to be in there?" Ben asked.
"Like I said, a few minutes your time, just a moment in my time," Jerry said, stepping towards the pod. There was a plug-in at the head of the pod resembling that of a USB port. Jerry pulled a small device out of his pocket, resembling a phone. He plugged it into the port. "For me, I'll just load you into 2nd Breath, and then I'll immediately pull you out."
"What are you doing now?"
"Loading the settings. I don't want to drop you in there too soon. I also don't want to drop you in there without all your previous memories."
"What do you mean?"
"Jesus Christ, Ben. Do you not know anything about 2nd Breath?"
"Shut the hell up Jerry, it's not my job to code the damn thing," Ben said, lightly punching Jerry on the shoulder.
"Right, whatever. When this bitch finally goes public, people who play will be first loaded in as infants. We take their current memories and load them into an external storage, that way they enter the game completely fresh. I'm changing that parameter so that you won't have your memories stored to the side. That way you won't jump into Jacobs' 40 year old avatar a babbling baby."
"Putting peoples' memories off to the side, that sounds kind of dangerous, how the hell we get that approved?" Ben asked.
"There's multiple fail overs," Jerry said, removing his device then walking back over to the computer monitors where Ben had originally been seated the night Jacobs' lost his mind. "Not only are memories saved to an external storage device right there in the pod, they're also saved offsite in our own databases. And really, as of right now, they aren't fully erased from a players' mind. They're just sort of "locked", so if worst comes to worst, we can just unlock them," he punctuated with a key press on the laptop. The pod door swung open like the lid of a coffin, accompanied by a hiss. "Your bed awaits, sleeping beauty."
"Fuck you, Jerry," Ben said, removing his shoes and climbing into the pod. The last thing he would remember from this lifetime is how cold the pod cushion felt against his ass.
Final Module: Trina
When he opened his eyes, Ben instantly knew that he wasn't in the real world anymore. Jerry had succeeded in allowing him to keep his memories. The hairs on his arms immediately stood on end as his heart began to pound at the excitement and nervousness of finally being inside 2nd Breath.
The room he was in was dark and it surprisingly took him a few moments to realize that he was laying down in bed, and that it was nighttime. He looked to his left and saw that there stood a nightstand with a digital clock resting on it, oddly similar to the clock that was sitting on the desk that Jerry would currently be sitting at out in the real world. The only difference with this clock was that it also showed the current date and month.
The green text glowed 2:32AM 11/29
Ben looked to his right and realized that there was someone in bed with him. It had to have been Trina. She was laying on her side, facing him, with her left arm curled under her pillow and the other hand resting on his stomach. As his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, her facial features finally started to become more visible.
She resembled the photo that Jerry had shown him earlier in the day (back in the real world), but he could tell that that old photo must have been taken when she was in college. The Trina laying here in bed with him was older. Age hadn't done much to decrement her beauty, if anything else, it made her appear more attractive. He noticed that there were strands of gray in her hair (which was still the short cut she was sporting in the college photo). Ben wondered how old the body he was in was and even thought about getting up to look at himself in the mirror, but decided against moving.
All he wanted to do was lay still for the few moments it would take before Jerry would pull him out of 2nd Breath.
a few minutes your time, just a moment in my time
Any moment now.
Ben let out a slow sigh, then his breath caught when he felt Trina's hand twitch on his stomach.
/**********************************************************************/
"What the fuck?" Jerry exhaled, eyes squinting at the monitor. He punched in the small command,
2ndBrthAdmin -> EJCT
only to be dumfounded when he saw the response,
COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED
"I'm the goddamn administrator!" Jerry yelled, "I am authorized to do whatever the fuck I want!"
He punched in the command again, only to be told the same answer.
COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED
"Oh fuck," Jerry wheezed, running a hand through his hair, smearing the beads of sweat that had been poking out on his forehead all over his scalp. He looked away from the computer monitor and towards Ben, who had been laying in the pod. The vitals monitor sitting to the side of the laptop beeped.
It had raised from 60bpm to 64bpm, and was beginning to steadily climb.
/*********************************************************************/
Her hand twitched, then settled back down onto his stomach. Her breathing was coming in quick gasps.
Ben just laid there, wondering when in the fuck Jerry was going to pull him out of the simulation.
Finally, Trina's breathing settled, and her hand stopped moving.
Ben let out the breath he had been holding, then stopped again when he felt Trina's hand slowly begin to slide down his stomach.
Oh what the fuck.
Her hand slid under his waistband, then gently grabbed a hold of his babymakers.
He looked over at her, and saw that her eyes were open, and she was looking right back at him.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey," he carefully said.
Her brow furled for a moment.
"Chris?"
Ben almost recoiled at the name, but then realized it was Jacobs' first name. He had been so used to calling him "Mr. Jacobs" that he almost didn't realize Chris was his actual name. "Yeah?" he responded.
Her grip suddenly tightened on his jewels, sucking out all the air from his lungs like a vacuum. "You're not Chris!" She hissed.
Ben grunted and tried to punch at Trina's face, only managing to slap her across the cheek. He reached again to maybe try and gouge out an eye, anything to make her relinquish her grip on his testicles. He yelped in agony when his fingers found her mouth instead of her eyes.
Trina bit down hard.
He felt blood run down his arm, and for that brief moment, he forgot that his nuts were being crushed.
The left testicle burst, followed by the right, and Ben blacked out with his hand still being munched on by the woman Jacobs' had fallen in love with.
/********************************************************************/
Pain was still radiating in his crotch by the time he came to. Ben tried to sit up but found that his hands and feet had been handcuffed to the bedposts. He jerked around to see if he could break free, but immediately stopped when he felt the metal cuffs begin to cut into his wrists. He looked up to the dull pain in his right hand and saw that he was missing an index and middle finger. Blood was still seeping out of the stubs and steadily dripping down his arm and into his armpit.
"FUCK!" he yelled. "What the fuck?!"
He thrashed around some more, then screamed out in pain when he felt sharp stabbings of pain etch out from his crotch and up into his stomach. Whatever food Jacobs' had eaten during his time in 2nd Breath began to swirl around in Ben's stomach, then finally decided to force it's way up to his throat. He spewed an unidentifiable concoction of vomit down and onto his chest. He tried to turn on his side and vomit onto the bed, but it was no use. The cuffs kept him from turning.
The door to the bedroom slammed open, and standing there in the doorway was Trina, wearing an almost see-through blue nightgown. In her hands was an clothes iron. She walked over to the side of the bed opposite of the nightstand and plugged in the iron. There, she poked the stubs where Ben's missing fingers had been with her own finger, inciting a cry from Ben.
She flicked the blood on her finger at Ben, nailing him square in the mouth with it.
"I don't want you bleeding out," Trina said, licking the same bloodied finger, and then pressing it into the iron. It sizzled and she pulled her finger away, almost giggling to herself, "Ow, I didn't think it would heat up that quickly. Jacobs did a good job buying this for me."
"The FUCK do you want?" Ben cried out.
"I want to make sure you don't bleed out before I figure out how you got inside my husband's body," Trina said, grabbing the iron in one hand, and Ben's mangled hand in the other. She pressed the hot iron to his stubs.
The pain was excruciating. He thrashed in the bed despite the cuffs cutting in to his wrists and the pain in his crotch. He slammed his head up and down in the pillows, then swung his head to the left, looking at the clock on the end table. It read 5:56AM 11/29.
It had been a few hours in this world, which meant seconds or minutes on the outside.
Ben screamed in agony as he realized that Jerry was having trouble getting him out of the pod. The smell of blood filled the small bedroom, mingling with the scent of fresh vomit that was now steadily soaking the sheets that Ben had been writhing in.
/***********************************************************************/
3:49PM 12/23
Trina had made a habit of jabbing Ben's legs with a small knife and then going over the wound with the iron. She admitted to not having a nursing degree, but figured cauterizing the wound would be enough to keep Ben alive. She started low, towards his ankles, then had worked her way up his calves and towards his thighs as the days dragged on by.
Earlier in the day she had joked about how his sack was going to be next, poking the mangled piece of flesh with her fingers.
7:23PM 3/09
It was Trina's birthday today, or so she said. She celebrated the day by switching out Ben's normal feeding of overcooked ground beef and milk to birthday cake. An entire birthday cake. She force fed him fistfuls at a time of the overly sweetened cake until he vomited, and then continued force feeding him. The fourth time he vomited, he had nearly choked, and there for a brief moment, he saw her scramble to find the key to his handcuffs so she could turn him over.
In one last fit of desperation after not being able to find the keys, Trina climbed onto the bed and stomped on his stomach, forcing the half-chewed cake up out of his airway and out into the open air.
After that episode, Trina didn't feed Ben for three days straight out of fear of him choking again.
/**********************************************************************/
3:31AM 3/13
It was after those three days that Ben realized the quickest way he could get out of the pod was to kill himself.
He laid there in the mess of all the muck that had gathered over the months: blood, vomit, food, piss, shit. He didn't smell it anymore. He had grown used to it. His mind jumped around, trying to figure out how he could manage to get Trina to kill him. His first thought was to intentionally inhale his food the next time she fed him, and hopefully choke before she could do anything about it.
But then he realized that she would probably just stomp on his stomach again. Maybe he would get lucky and she would rupture something?
He didn't want to take that chance.
He heard something slam around outside of the bedroom. It was Trina, probably doing some sort of redecorating. She had talked about that a lot during the previous days' moments with her as she snapped his fingers back one by one.
Ben sighed and shifted around on the bed. He had thought about ripping his hands through the cuffs before, but she must've read his mind. She now had him completely strapped down to the bed, along with the cuffs. It was impossible to move now.
It was quiet in the room. So much so that it was making Ben uncomfortable. He blew a raspberry to break the silence, his tongue vibrating between his lips. It made his lungs hurt (Trina had taken interest in acupuncture earlier in the week, starting her learning on his ribcage), but he kept blowing.
Then he caught his tongue between his teeth, and realized he had all he needed to suffocate right here and now.
He tried to swallow his own tongue, but found he couldn't manage.
Then he started to chew. He ripped into his own tongue with his molars, feeling the blood pool in his mouth.
It felt right, he knew he had enough.
He took in all the blood in one breath.
/********************************************************************/
Jerry glanced at the clock on the desk and dropped a massive f-bomb as he realized an hour had passed. The monitor that had been flashing Ben's vitals has last said 80bpm, but when Jerry switched his sight over to it, he saw that it was sitting back down at 60bpm.
"The fuck?"
He looked up to the pod and saw that the door was swinging open.
Jerry ran to the pod and looked in, and saw Ben laying there in the pod, eyes open, and a wide smile on his face.
"I didn't do it, didn't I?" Ben asked.
"You didn't do what?"
"I need to do it again, huh, before she comes back in the room."
Jerry jerked back as he saw Ben begin to chew.
Submitted November 30, 2014 at 07:39AM by Dimitri1033 http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/2nt4zs/pi_you_die_and_soon_find_yourself_waking_up_in/ WritingPrompts
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