"I repeat, Stresser Test commencing." I nervously shift from one foot to the other, then the room goes pitch black. I suck in a breath, reaching out. I hear a dragging noise, metal on metal, and my fingers brush something. I step back, bumping into something else.
"Crap." I breathe in, panic claws at the insides of my stomach. The walls are closing in. Quite literally, for once I swear I'm not exadurating. I can't be 100 percent sure, considering I can't see a damn thing in here, but I'm at least 99 percent sure, as it stands, that the walls are indeed getting uncomfortably close to me. The previously tiny room is getting tinier, and I really hope that scan from earlier will at least give the A.I. the dimensions to prevent me from being crushed. I'm suddenly realize this could very well be the end. After all, it's not as if anyone will come looking for me if I end up some failed experiment. Stresser Test results be damned, I swear to god if this A.I. crushes me I will rise from the dead and haunt it. The walls are touching my elbows now and it suddenly occurs to me that there may be some kind of mechinism I'm supposed to find to stop this. I feel the walls as much as I can but they seem smooth. Then a thought occurs to me as the walls press violently into my sides.
"COMPUTER MAKE ROOM STOP CRUSHING ME." The walls don't stop and I start to get desperate, sweating."PLEASE!?!" The walls stop, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. "Um, computer?"
"Yes, human life form?"
"I have a name, you know."
"As do I, I simply assumed we were refering to eachother by the name of the species we are."
"Oh. Well, can you make the room not so... cramped, anymore?"
"Yes, I certaintly can." Nothing moves.
"A.I., make this room bigger again." The walls start to move out and I collapse to the floor, rubbing my sore arms.
"Much obliged, Homo Sapien." I sigh.
"Turn on the damn lights for christ sake." The lights switch on and I slam my hand across my eyes. "Not so bright!"
"Proceeding to the next part of the Stesser Test."
"Wait what no I'm not re-"
"Stesser test recommencing."
"Shit." A small part of the wall opens up, and I get up, peering into the tiny circular hole in the wall. "OW." I yelp, leaping back when a metal beam comes out and pokes me. I start, my mouth agape. "What the heck?" I poke it, and it recoils, then snaps back out, hitting my hand quite violently. "What is this?" I feel something poke me in the back, and I jump. "Computer, what is this?"
"This is the Stresser Test, a test designed to gauge the-"
"Ya ya I know. Shut it. You know what I meant."
"No. No in fact I do not. Based upon your I.Q. test results if I had a sense of humor programed I might have found it humorus you can not deduce that since I am an A.I. I am not capable of certain strains of complex thought." I groan, irritatedly grabbing at the metal beams. More and more of them start coming out of the wall, and I feel as if I'm in one of those sims that the diamonds love to play. One of the prank ones designed to irritate you until you agree to whatever stupid little task the pranker wants to do. It's humiliating, but in order to pass this thing, I can't get stressed out. The entire point of all this is to figure out how much annoyance and pressure I can take, and while this is extremely annoying, it's not as annoying as Sera sometimes would be. Granted, her annoying was a cute annoying rather than this.
One of the stick things pokes me again and then they stop coming out of the wall. I can't seem to count how many there are, there's a lot, and everytime I try, I loose my place after about 20. They all look almost exactly the same. They've left just enough room for me to stand with my arms hugging myself. I'm uncomfortable stiff, and whenever I relax, one of those beams hits me like before. At this point, I've figured out that they won't hit me if I don't touch them, but a girl can only stay standing like this for so long. After what feels like a month but was probably only about a minute or two of just standing there ridgid as a board, the beams retreat back into the wall and I can relax. I lean against the wall, but then think better of it considering the Stresser Test isn't even over yet.
"Stresser Test Part three of fifteen commencing."
"What!? You never said anything about fifteen of these!"
"There were not previously going to be fifteen. Your results are abnormal and require more testing than is typical of a bronze born civilian."
"Oh, really? Even the A.I. is fucking prejudice? Really?"
"I am sorry if I have done something to prevoke your anger. I am simply stating based on statistics, those born of bronze class usually only require one or two Stresser segments to determine results."
"Well isn't that awesome. Of course. Why me, exaclty? Why did it have to be me?" I huff.
"Because-"
"Save it."
"You are not authorized to save information-"
"I meant shut up, you overgrown microwave."
"Duely noted, substatially large meat bag."
ns 15.158.61.19da2
