Chapter #4190 years to the day by: ex2000   Its like a dream... a long dream. its gentle... quiet, and warm as your mind wanders, refusing to acknowledge the trauma that put you here, in a basement, frozen and time. It helps that your not really conscious, only vaguely aware of your surroundings. you feel yourself moved at some point. You had been getting worried no one would find you. Your dream like dazed mind starts to wonder about what you'll do when you get home. Aside from maybe a lawsuit to consider, or at least workers compensation to file for, you'd probably warm up left overs from last night unless you were hospitalized. It takes a while to be freed, but it just is more time for your mind to peacefully wander before-
Your skin is on fire. The world is screaming. The light is blinding. This is the sensation of your senses coming back online for the first time in 2 centuries. You hear some one shouting... then you realize its you as the sensory overload begins to die down. You force yourself to stop as the world slowly comes back into view. You hear cheers of two girls, "We did it! it worked Stacy!"
Presumably, Stacy replies, "And this is why I make the big money~" she says with a confident tone.
"Wh-Where am I? What happened?! I remember... the barrel falling and... I fell... and I was covered in-"
Stacy walks closer, her voice getting louder, "We know. Wow... they are just like in the movies."
"I can't see." You stammer out
"Vision will return in time." She says plainly, "Gina, look at that between his legs... is that a penis?"
Gina's shoes click against the floor as she gets closer, "Hm... smaller than I thought it be... I was hoping the amber was just... warping the image."
"H-Hey. I am... probably average." You say with a stammer.
"We sure hope so, cause we're gonna need a lot of data." Gina says. "Your gonna make us very rich~"
Slowly the girls are coming into focus. Presumably Stacy, is the taller one. She has a modest figure and a pair of glasses on her, but combined with ruby red lipstick that practically glows against her pale complexion and her raven black bob, she strikes a mix of intimidating and sexy. Gina however is much shorter. She has tan skin and a curvy, if chubby body. Her dark brown hair is long and curly, pulled back in a pony tail. Both are dressed in clean white lab jackets with simple slacks. Both of them are staring at your junk... as you grow more and more uncomfortable.
You try to get up, finding that your on a warm metal table. You try to cover your dick and gulp, "Um... ladies. do you mind?"
Gina says, "Sorry... first time we have seen a living one in person."
"Wh-What?" I blush. The phrasing seems off.
Luckily Stacy explains, "The male population has all but disappeared in the 200 years you were frozen. The population has been getting by on cloning technology, but we do need to consider the long term biodiversity of the human race."
"Wait... 200 years?! in 200 years no one came to get me?" You hold your head trying to catch up with everything that happened. You have questions... but also... you are in an interesting position. Your a valuable commodity which means, no doubt, people would be fighting over you, but you did have a brain... you might be able to leverage this.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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