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In a dark room, I sat waiting. fearfully dreading the unknown future that lie closely ahead. The darkness was conflicted with a dull green light flooding out of 9 computer monitors. The sickening glow of advanced hardware faintly illuminated the face of a pale man. He sat terrified, chained to a metal chair. A terrible muffled cry pierced through the black piece of cloth covering his mouth, and echoed throughout the compressed amount of space that surrounded him. He was trapped, forced to wait for his own death, but It wasn’t death that caused his dismay.

Elevated above the pale man, was placed an alabaster clock. Supported by nine nails, Twelve Roman numerals surrounded the circumference of it. Faded by time, the uppermost digit, scarcely visible, stood as both the memory of the past, and the uncertainty of the future.

11:50, the clock read, as both the minute, and the hour gradually beat ever closer to the mysterious forsaken figure on the highest point of the clock.

Nine monitors, shimmering with a bright fascination surrounded a immense, majestic cylindrical capsule filled with 283 liters of a murky solution. The dark blue solution sat perfectly motionless waiting to seep into the mind of a dying man. A metal ramp, attached to the capsule led to the the top where a man could enter.

Twelve men were watching the murky solution in intense anticipation. Pens were ready to record what ever may happen. Among the twelve scientists, My brother, ranked as leader.

Jacob, My brother, was the pure essence of knowledge. He would not let anything slip by him without fully understanding it. If their was anything he didn’t understand completely, he would do unspeakable things to learn it. A small revolver was recklessly

placed in his lab coat pocket.

As the clock beat, every passing second meant hope, excitement, and wonder to each the twelve observers. But for me, and the pale man, time brought nothing but dread, and despair. I found myself trying to grab hold of every moment to use as a barrier from the nearby future.

I began to wonder why Jacob wanted me to see the final results of his experiment. As a child, Jacob seemed to always look to me for approval.

“Monitors?” My brother asked

“Ready” One of the scientist replied.

“Subject?”

The pale man let out another muffled cry

“Ready”

“Tank?”

“Ready”

“Let the experiment begin.”

Four scientist walked to the pale man, looking to the clock. He tensed up. The scientist unbound the test subject, while three other scientist began to uncover the capsule.

The pale man was ripped from his chair, and his arms forced behind his back He was pushed onto the ramp, and lead to the top.

Three of the gloved scientist stretched a clear plastic sheet behind the head of the pale man.

Jacob grabbed the revolver from his pocket. He loaded the weapon,and aimed to at the pale man.

The sound of gun shot echoed through the darkness. Red fluid from the head of the pale man darted to the clear plastic sheet.

After quickly disposing of the clear plastic, the scientists quickly forced the pale corpse into the murky solution, and closed the capsule.

The fluid eagerly entered the newly contrived hole in the back of the pale mans head. The sound of the expensive monitors brought the excitement, and pain of truth to the otherwise ignorant room. The clock ticked ever closer to the dreaded, and anticipated twelve o clock.

Seizing the sequence of binary code, the monitors went completely black. The clock beat three times.

A small fleck of beautiful white appeared showed in the dead [ETR1] center of each of the nine monitors. Scientist began scribbling what appeared to be complete non-sense onto their observation pads.

The light began to grow. The sound of the computer systems increased in volume. The clock forced its way closer to midnight which was now lightly obscured by the pale man’s blood.

The white light that seemed so small, and utterly insignificant now filled the entire screen. The systems were louder than ever. The 12 scientists began scribbling frantically.

The monitors went dark. The systems went quiet, the scientists took a breath.

The clock hit 12.

An image of the pale man began to appear in the middle of the screen. He was significantly less pale than the corpse. He had been wearing a suit.

Standing right next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman.

The priest read from his holy book, and the couple gave the affirmation.

The scientists looked to the screen in fascination. They began scribbling on their notepads.

The screen went dark.

The pale man, and his wife were arguing. A young girl watched the two fighting with a great sadness. She knew what was to come.

The man clenched a glass in his hand. The shouting continued.

        The man could no longer bare it. The glass from the man’s hand went deep into the girls eye. The glass that began spotless was now covered in the woman’s blood. The young girl began crying.

        “Mother”

        The man became sick. Sick with hatred, guilt, and fear.

Keep the count between 50 and 250 words. Try to keep the symbolism of the clock.

In a dark room, I sat waiting. fearfully dreading the unknown future that lie closely ahead. The darkness was conflicted with a dull green light flooding out of 9 computer monitors. The sickening glow of advanced hardware faintly illuminated the face of a pale man. He sat terrified, chained to a metal chair. A terrible muffled cry pierced through the black piece of cloth covering his mouth, and echoed throughout the compressed amount of space that surrounded him. He was trapped, forced to wait for his own death, but It wasn’t death that caused his dismay.

Elevated above the pale man, was placed an alabaster clock. Supported by nine nails, Twelve Roman numerals surrounded the circumference of it. Faded by time, the uppermost digit, scarcely visible, stood as both the memory of the past, and the uncertainty of the future.

11:50, the clock read, as both the minute, and the hour gradually beat ever closer to the mysterious forsaken figure on the highest point of the clock.

Nine monitors, shimmering with a bright fascination surrounded a immense, majestic cylindrical capsule filled with 283 liters of a murky solution. The dark blue solution sat perfectly motionless waiting to seep into the mind of a dying man. A metal ramp, attached to the capsule led to the the top where a man could enter.

Twelve men were watching the murky solution in intense anticipation. Pens were ready to record what ever may happen. Among the twelve scientists, My brother, ranked as leader.

Jacob, My brother, was the pure essence of knowledge. He would not let anything slip by him without fully understanding it. If their was anything he didn’t understand completely, he would do unspeakable things to learn it. A small revolver was recklessly

placed in his lab coat pocket.

As the clock beat, every passing second meant hope, excitement, and wonder to each the twelve observers. But for me, and the pale man, time brought nothing but dread, and despair. I found myself trying to grab hold of every moment to use as a barrier from the nearby future.

I began to wonder why Jacob wanted me to see the final results of his experiment. As a child, Jacob seemed to always look to me for approval.

“Monitors?” My brother asked

“Ready” One of the scientist replied.

“Subject?”

The pale man let out another muffled cry

“Ready”

“Tank?”

“Ready”

“Let the experiment begin.”

Four scientist walked to the pale man, looking to the clock. He tensed up. The scientist unbound the test subject, while three other scientist began to uncover the capsule.

The pale man was ripped from his chair, and his arms forced behind his back He was pushed onto the ramp, and lead to the top.

Three of the gloved scientist stretched a clear plastic sheet behind the head of the pale man.

Jacob grabbed the revolver from his pocket. He loaded the weapon,and aimed to at the pale man.

The sound of gun shot echoed through the darkness. Red fluid from the head of the pale man darted to the clear plastic sheet.

After quickly disposing of the clear plastic, the scientists quickly forced the pale corpse into the murky solution, and closed the capsule.

The fluid eagerly entered the newly contrived hole in the back of the pale mans head. The sound of the expensive monitors brought the excitement, and pain of truth to the otherwise ignorant room. The clock ticked ever closer to the dreaded, and anticipated twelve o clock.

Seizing the sequence of binary code, the monitors went completely black. The clock beat three times.

A small fleck of beautiful white appeared showed in the dead [ETR1] center of each of the nine monitors. Scientist began scribbling what appeared to be complete non-sense onto their observation pads.

The light began to grow. The sound of the computer systems increased in volume. The clock forced its way closer to midnight which was now lightly obscured by the pale man’s blood.

The white light that seemed so small, and utterly insignificant now filled the entire screen. The systems were louder than ever. The 12 scientists began scribbling frantically.

The monitors went dark. The systems went quiet, the scientists took a breath.

The clock hit 12.

An image of the pale man began to appear in the middle of the screen. He was significantly less pale than the corpse. He had been wearing a suit.

Standing right next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman.

The priest read from his holy book, and the couple gave the affirmation.

The scientists looked to the screen in fascination. They began scribbling on their notepads.

The screen went dark.

The pale man, and his wife were arguing. A young girl watched the two fighting with a great sadness. She knew what was to come.

The man clenched a glass in his hand. The shouting continued.

        The man could no longer bare it. The glass from the man’s hand went deep into the girls eye. The glass that began spotless was now covered in the woman’s blood. The young girl began crying.

        “Mother”

        The man became sick. Sick with hatred, guilt, and fear.

Keep the count between 50 and 250 words. Try to keep the symbolism of the clock.

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