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The “Test” sequel
By Jasmeen Khaira
Feb.15.2014
Robert Proctor was an ordinary citizen. He paid his taxes, hated the corporations and refused to indulge in reckless behavior. Yet here he was, handcuffed and seated in front the high inquisitor’s office. “Your turn son, just walk through the door and don’t try any shenanigans,” grunted one of the uniformed men beside the door. Robert stood and uncertainty walked through door. Around this point, Robert was fairly certain this whole bizarre experience was some sort of psychiatric testing done by the government, to ensure the efficiency on the well being of society. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Once Robert had entered the room, a voice rose from the being of tiny Asian woman. “Good morning, Mr.Protcor, please make yourself comfortable. My name holds no value to you, so I will not waste my breath but I will help you make sense of the last 24 hours. Please refrain form interrupting, as I explain. This institution that is currently incasing us, is the future and my life’s work. Now sit down before I explain.”
Robert sat down with unease and overwhelming sense of nostalgia.
“At the age of 24, I quickly realized that people like you and me weren’t, how do I put this, well accepted in society. I toke it upon myself to seek out the abandoned and forgotten members of New York. Oh, what chaos those first few years were, but I quickly realized that some of my members weren’t up to par with the standards I set out. With a couple years of researching I developed stimulation, similar to the one you have just experienced. Now you may ask, why? As we sit here our city is tearing apart at the seams by the hands of our own people. Our beloved city is plagued with the deadliest sin. Ignorance”
“I still don’t see how any of this is in any connection with me,” interrupted Robert. But, with an irritated glance over her shoulder, the mysterious woman continued as if she hadn’t heard Robert.
“There are countries out
By Jasmeen Khaira
Feb.15.2014
Robert Proctor was an ordinary citizen. He paid his taxes, hated the corporations and refused to indulge in reckless behavior. Yet here he was, handcuffed and seated in front the high inquisitor’s office. “Your turn son, just walk through the door and don’t try any shenanigans,” grunted one of the uniformed men beside the door. Robert stood and uncertainty walked through door. Around this point, Robert was fairly certain this whole bizarre experience was some sort of psychiatric testing done by the government, to ensure the efficiency on the well being of society. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Once Robert had entered the room, a voice rose from the being of tiny Asian woman. “Good morning, Mr.Protcor, please make yourself comfortable. My name holds no value to you, so I will not waste my breath but I will help you make sense of the last 24 hours. Please refrain form interrupting, as I explain. This institution that is currently incasing us, is the future and my life’s work. Now sit down before I explain.”
Robert sat down with unease and overwhelming sense of nostalgia.
“At the age of 24, I quickly realized that people like you and me weren’t, how do I put this, well accepted in society. I toke it upon myself to seek out the abandoned and forgotten members of New York. Oh, what chaos those first few years were, but I quickly realized that some of my members weren’t up to par with the standards I set out. With a couple years of researching I developed stimulation, similar to the one you have just experienced. Now you may ask, why? As we sit here our city is tearing apart at the seams by the hands of our own people. Our beloved city is plagued with the deadliest sin. Ignorance”
“I still don’t see how any of this is in any connection with me,” interrupted Robert. But, with an irritated glance over her shoulder, the mysterious woman continued as if she hadn’t heard Robert.
“There are countries out