Chimera Chapter 2
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Chapter Two
Gregor, as Vasily called him, is a singular type of arsehole. "Push, push! Pizda! You are more kitten than wolf!" he screamed. Staring into his eyes I can feel my mouth contorting into a vicious snarl, exposing my canines. When I breathe out it creates a low rumbling growl. Gregor holds his macho glare; however, I can smell the fear seeping out with his sweat. With blinding hatred, I push against the bar, and to my own surprise it lifts without a hitch. Gregor is smiling. I've done exactly as he expected due to his manipulation of me; I lifted 100 kg on my first day. He is so smug; does he understand the danger of the games his is playing? I estimate that even in its weakened state, this body could easily break the pompous fool into multiple pieces.
"You have done very well today, Henry" he says in a much more conciliatory tone; which side of him is artifice? Time will tell, I suppose.
"Could you, perhaps, attempt to lift again for your coach?" he asks.
Now that I have seen that my body can do things, I thought impossible, I pumped the weight five times before laying it to rest on the bench.
"Excellent, now you show me you no pizda after all, but muzhchina" he paused, "well...at least...something like muzhchina."
A panel near the door chimed and Niko came in rolling the wheelchair. I started standing up, and abruptly landed back on my arse on the bench. My legs were still not ready to walk. Gregor and Niko helped me into the chair, Gregor injected me with something before I saw it coming.
"What is that?!" I yelled.
"My own formula" he said, "to help with muscle regeneration."
"If you ever decide to try that again, make sure the boys on level 30 clone you a spare arm" I told him, showing my teeth. Niko quickly removed me from the gym and toward my next destination for the day.
I worked in this compound for nearly five years prior to the explosion, but I have never been on any of the hallways he taking me through. Our stopping point is a short corridor with a lift at its terminus. Niko inserts a key then pushes the button and I can hear the motor come to life. The doors open and we board the car. The controls are a digital touchscreen displaying two rows of numbers. Niko inserts the key at the bottom of the panel and gives it a turn, and now we are presented with three additional rows of numbers going to 50. This compound is far larger than ever thought it to be. Niko punches up level 30 and I feel my stomach in my throat as the lift seems almost in freefall. After a moment, the brakes engage and it slows to a stop; we disembark.
"Yo! Sebastian...the body thief is here!" a young black man yells toward the doorway behind him. A haggard man with sunken eyes emerges from the room and looks me over.
"Henry Miller" he says sounding somewhat annoyed. "I just want you to know, it was not my idea nor my inclination to have my work taken and used in this manner."
"Nor was it mine, I assure you most sincerely" I said defensively, "however, here we both are. So, my dear fellow, where do we go from here?"
With a look of general disdain, he said "We have been tasked with familiarizing you with your body, and making sure you are able to operate it properly." He felt my arm as if testing the muscle tone. "Did Gregor give you the injection I sent him?"
"Yes, he did" I said, "if you're referring to the one he called his `special muscle regeneration compound'."
"HIS?" he laughed "Gregor wouldn't know a test tube from his asshole!"
He went to a panel by the door and pressed a button and said "Michael, please come to the entryway."
Five awkward, silent minutes passed, then another chimera, the original entered the room. He looked much like me, but while I was white like an artic wolf, Michael was shades of gray, we both had the same, nearly golden eyes. Instinctively, I raised my head and sniffed the air, taking in his scent. I could smell his musk as well as something else; muted, I couldn't quite place it. Michael was wearing a pair of short pants. Why had I not been given clothing?
"Henry, this is Michael – Michael, Henry" the Sebastian person said. "I feel like you might learn a good deal from Michael, so you will stay with us for the night."
"I promise I wont bite" Michael said quietly. I noticed his eyes never met those of the Sebastian person.
"You'll have to roll him in Michael, his legs are not up to par yet" Sebastian said, and Michael nodded submissively and took me down the long hallway from whence he had come. As we travelled the long corridor, Michael slowed down and looked at me.
"Do you need to stop at the restroom?" he said, nodding his head yes to me.
"Yes, please" I said, curious to see what he was about.
He carefully rolled me into the bathroom and put a finger to his lips until the door had closed completely.
"This is the only place we can talk unmonitored" he said. "In your dealings with these lunatics, always play meek and submissive or you will not like the consequences. They only used the cattle prod on me when I was in your state. Now, when I misbehave, the shock usually knocks me out a couple of days."
"How did you come to be...like this..." I asked waving my arms at myself.
"I was top of my class at MIT. I went out for a run, when I was clipped by a black van. It spun me around and I landed cross-legged in the middle of the road. A man jumped out, I thought, to see if I was okay. When the man grabbed my hand to help me get up, I felt a prick, and immediately passed out. I woke up in a white room connected to a bunch of monitors and machinery in this body. They told me that I had been so damaged when the van hit me that there was nothing to be done so they brought me here, and put me in this body. What's your story?"
"I was working in a lab on Level 8 with Vasily Andreiovich, he walked out to check some levels in the control room, when the door closed everything went black. They told me there had been an explosion and my body had been destroyed" I said.
"Keep to that story" he said. "Make them believe that you are buying it, but in the real world know that there was probably no explosion. I think you were harvested for Sebastian's grand experiment, the same as me. We've got to hurry, they'll come looking for us soon."
"Well, I really do need to use the urinal" I said, "could you give me a hand?"
My legs felt stronger than they had just a few hours earlier as I stood and released a thick stream of urine into the porcelain. As I was shaking the last drops off, I caught his smell again and started stiffening.
"In your previous life, were you gay, by any chance?" I asked, "not to be nosey."
"No, I know you can smell it, I can too. Yes, I was...am...gay" he said.
"How much of a coincidence do you think that is?" I said
The door opened and the young black man walked in. "Problem, gentlemen?"
Michael reverted to the very meek and submissive demeanor he had shown earlier.
"No, Terrence, I just had to use it and then Henry needed my help to get his business done. He still can't stand by himself. We were just finishing up."
Terrence seemed to be satisfied, and held the door for Michael to roll me out and farther down the hallway. We stopped a doorway marked 3030 and Michael waited for the buzz, turned the handle and rolled me in.
"They already arranged for your bed to be brought down" he said, pointing to the two identical beds, except for the colorful bedspread on his.
"Dr. Sebastian gave me that coverlet" he said, "they're always giving me gifts."
His voice was chipper and cheerful, but his eyes told another story.
"Let me show you around. This is the sleeping area. Over here is the study area, the computer there is tied into the internal network so you can access your work notes. If you need the restroom, just look at the camera (he pointed at the corner of the room) and ask and I can take you down there."
He went to his chest of drawers and retrieved a pair of shorts similar to the ones he had on.
"If you want to cover up, I think we should both be about the same size" he said. I tried to help by raising my legs while he pulled the shorts onto my legs. When he caught hold of my phallus to tuck it into the shorts, he was so close to me that I spontaneously ended up with a full-blown erection from his scent and touch. He reached around to fasten the snap above the base of my tail and then quickly backed away.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled.
"No, don't worry about it, I'm actually kind of flattered" he said, as a tube of his own started snaking down the leg of his shorts. He said "they'll be bringing dinner soon. After we eat, we can go the entertainment area for a while before bed, if you'd like."
"What about a shower?" I asked.
"We shower first thing in the morning" he said.
The door buzzed then opened, our dinner had arrived. Michael had a very good-looking steak and vegetable plate. Mine, on the other hand was another nutrient shake concoction, this time with a bowl of what appeared to be pablum.
"Oh, they've moved you up to the liquified protein, you'll like that better, it tastes like steak" he said.
When we went to the entertainment lounge, Vasily came in with a surprise, an iPod. He said it was cloned from my phone. I didn't ask how the phone, which was laying on a lab table during the explosion, was able to survive to be cloned, but I shot Michael a quick glance. He looked down at the floor.
That night before lights out, I went though my library looking for something appropriate for the occasion. As I fell asleep Jimi Hendrix was extolling:
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey
Lambodara 9/29/20
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