What did it all mean? Well, he might’ve told me during that actual conversation, but all I heard was blah, blah, brainwaves. Blah, blah, frequency. Blah, blah, Doppler effect. It made no sense to me at all.
They stopped taking my blood that very day.
And ever since then, when I get to the lab, they wave at me. “Hi, Ryet!” they call out. “Get undressed and we’ll meet you in there.” And then they point to the little dark room made up of glass where my chair lives. It’s a very special chair with a headset, and those electrode thingies that get stuck to various parts of my naked body, and cameras. Lots and lots of cameras.
Because even though nothing has happened so far, I get the feeling that they are expecting something very spectacular to happen very soon.
And they don’t want to miss a moment of it.
They’re gonna record it so all of humanity—or maybe just everyone in this room—will understand exactly who and what they are dealing with. Who and what I really am.
Because Ryet doesn’t live here anymore.
I am the Darkness.
