User:Pikapi/Halo: Lab Rat

"Wake up, Chris."

This short sentence softly seemed to echo throughout Chris' enclosure, involuntarily waking him from his dream state. Still dazed, Chris rolled onto his side, slowly opening his eyes. He quickly shut them, once it had become apparent that the walls of the chamber that he was in emanated a powerful, white light. Chris soon forgot about what had woken him, and began to fall back into his deep slumber. Just as he begun to relax, the voice chimed in again.

"Chris. You are awake and operational, I assume."

The voice had seemed to rhythmical to be Human, or at least his drill sergeant. Chris almost smiled at this observation.

Strangely enough, this brought back unpleasant memories from his childhood. Kind, but untimely memories of his father waking him up every morning for school as a young boy. Upon rebooting his mind, memories of his station on Reach seemed to flood into his mind. Chris had almost forgotten that there was no more Reach, and decided to sit-up and recline himself up against his bed. The first curious observation that he had made was that his bed was cold and stiff. It also had lacked the comforting blanket which had seemed so commonplace in his subconscious life. He didn't recall going to bed on such a bed. He didn't remember to lights, or anything, this early. Only vague memories of his dreams, which had something to do with a woman in a red dress. Oh if he could have handled the situation differently, he may have gotten lucky with her. He soon dubbed these thoughts frivolous.

"You are a test subject, and operative of ONI Project: MORPHEUS." the voice continued, almost annoyed at his distance from reality. Chris suddenly alerted himself, upon hearing this statement.

"You will soon experience intense confusion, if you haven't already. Some confusion is expected, as you have received a dose of Flunitrazepam before going to sleep. This was a mandatory precaution, and failing to do so would have compromised the procedure that you will undergo for what may last the next few days of you life. If you fail, they will likely be your last."

Chris was taken aback by this notion. He scanned the room in order to identify the location in which this voice was being transmitted from.

"And had I been recruited upon my consent?" Chris queried, nervously.

"I am not entitled to disclose such information."