Anya rapidly found her way back outside. Fortunately the Sand Scorpion had given up and lfet to find its next meal elsewhere. She started to wander deeper into the iron jungle in search of valuables.
After a couple of hours she found a strange building which seemed to be alot cleaner than all the others. There was even a sign outside: 'Buchannon Hospital - Accident and Emergency entrance'. Anyas mother had taught her to read long ago. It was a useful skill that might have saved her from being consigned to base labor or worse, one of the pleasure houses! Anay was intrigued by this places apparent good condition so carefully she entered the double doors.
Inside was equally perplexing. Everything was cleaner here. True there were small piles of trash and dust here and there but on the whole it was exceptional. 'Someone must be here.' she thought to herself, but who? Anya continued to explore the corridors and empty rooms. The smaller rooms often had a decaying bed in them but the larger ones seemed to have had everything removed.
After a while Anya found what looked like a series of operating rooms. They were all equipped with a metal bed on a sort of movable frame. In the last room she came to she saw several trolleys with various shiny metal instruments on them.
"These should be worth something!" Anya said to herself, her eyes wide with ideas of rich foods and clothing. Suddenly something cold pressed against the side of her neck and she heard a low hiss. Th Anya knew no more...
When she awoke Anya found herself lying on the metal bed in the room wih the trolleys. She tried to gt up but found that she was secured by thick metal bands around her neck, wrists and ankles. 'What he fuck is going on?' she thought . Then there was a squeak as the doors opened and into the room rolled a strange shiny robot with several arms, each ending in a different device.
"Who are you? What are you?" she demanded. but the robot ignored her and busied itself with its appendages.
"What do you want with me?" asked Anya. Again it payed her no heed, then a weird voice warbled from inside it...
"Begin recording." Anya heard soft whiring start. "Subject is a female, height 5 feet 8 inches, weigh approximately 120 pounds, age approximately 19. Notable physical characteristics blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts and excellent fitness."
"Let me go you metal fuck!" she yelled.
"Test series Omega 3 will begin NOW!"... |