Back to the Cradle – Chapter Two
Morning. I woke up with a start to the sound of voices, opened my eyes, and had the shock of my life. I wasn’t in bed in my room. I was lying on one of the examination couches in the laboratory, and as I immediately tried to sit up I found I couldn’t. I was securely strapped down to the couch and couldn’t move. Thick leather straps held me down by the wrists, ankles, waist and chest. All I could do was raise my head a little off the small pillow it was resting on. As I opened my eyes I saw Angela smiling down at me as she said ‘Good morning David. Awake at last are we? How do you feel?’
‘How the hell do you think I feel, all trussed up like this?’ I retorted. ‘Now come on Angie, you’ve had your joke, undo these straps.’
‘I’m sorry we had to slip you a Mickey Finn in your coffee last night’ she replied, ignoring my request, ‘But we had to be sure you’d remain unconscious while we transferred you onto this examination couch.’ She grinned as she was joined by Alan, Sue and her father. ‘You’ll be released shortly my dear’ she grinned, ‘But not until you’ve had a much needed lesson in humility.’
‘You see David’ added her father, ‘Last night, I suddenly realised that you could endanger this whole project simply by releasing the story to the world. Your determination to do so, despite my asking you not to, requires drastic action. I obviously can’t keep you locked up for a year or so until my work is finished, so I had to think of some other way of restraining you. We had a little chat together after you went to bed last night, and my resourceful daughter here came up with a solution that kills two birds with one stone.’
‘Indeed it does’ smiled Angie as she looked down at me. ‘You see, on the one hand, you refused to be convinced that we’d achieved mind transference, in fact, you were pretty rude about it I thought. And on the other, you’ve threatened to release our secret to the press. Well I’m afraid we can’t allow you to do that. Your obvious doubt yesterday about the truth of our experiment verged on ridicule, so we’ve decided to not only convince you that we really have succeeded, but also to make you feel ridiculous. And believe me, with what we have in mind, I guarantee that we’ll succeed on both counts.’
‘Now don’t worry’ she added quickly, ‘I promise that you’ll be completely unhurt by the experience, and I suspect that you might even thank us. Well eventually, anyway.’
Suddenly I was alarmed. ‘What experience?’ I said, my heart suddenly beginning to thump, ‘What are you going to do to me?’
‘Well’ said Angela, ‘We’ve decided to let you experience mind transference first hand. You’re about to join Alan and Sue as a mind swap participant, but in order to keep you under control you have to be restrained like this just for a little while longer. Believe me David, I wish it wasn’t necessary, but it’s for your own good, trust me. You went way over the top in the way you questioned our intelligence, and you deserve to be taught this lesson. And more seriously, your participation in our research will help us enormously. Rest assured, you’ll suffer no harm at all, except to your arrogance, and that won’t be such a bad thing. You need to be taken down a peg or two.’
I lay back for a moment, trying to come to terms with the situation. Being strapped down to a couch is no joke. It takes away any sense of independence, but I was determined not to panic. I tried to think of a question, and soon thought of one.
‘Well’ I said, ‘If I’m going to swap bodies with someone, who the hell is it going to be?’
Angela looked at me, gave a slight chuckle, and said ‘Who is it going to be? Ah yes, good question. Well my dear, in order to ensure your complete silence as far as the project is concerned, your mind swap partner is lying over there.’ They all moved aside to reveal baby Emily lying on a blanket on the other couch. My heart missed a beat, and I instinctively jerked vainly against my restraints. I went cold, and looked pleadingly at Angela.
‘No!’ I exclaimed, ‘Oh no, please Angela, you wouldn’t, you couldn’t! I don’t believe it, it’s not possible!’
Angela looked down at me, and with her father began to attach sensors to my head. She smiled as she said ‘Oh yes it is, as you are about to find out. Now you just relax and we’ll take care of everything.’ Once all the sensors were in place, they moved across to where little Emily lay and began to gently attach tiny sensors to her head. I watched in fearful anticipation as they quietly continued with their preparations. Sue attended to Emily and made sure that she was comfortable, while Alan helped Michael to make some final adjustments to the equipment.
I knew that yelling for help would be completely pointless, and I’d already realised that struggling against my restraints was also a complete waste of time. With nothing else left to do, I simply watched the four of them as they prepared for my initiation into the world of mindswap. I looked at Alan and Sue in the hope that I might be able to convince them that I wasn’t a willing volunteer as they had been, but I wasn’t going to get far in that direction. Desperate to think of something that might help me I said ‘For goodness’ sake Sue, that’s your baby there! Are you prepared to risk her as well as me?’ She looked at me for a moment and grinned. ‘Don’t worry David’ she said, ‘Alan and I have already been through this several times. It really is completely harmless, otherwise there’s no way that I would risk little Emily. No, she’s just going to have a lovely little sleep, during which time Michael is going to add just a few grains of extra intelligence into her mind. When she wakes, she’ll be about two months older in the mind than she is now. Well worth it. But as for you, well……..’ She broke into a grin and then a chuckle, and I didn’t like it.
After an intensive series of checks and rechecks, Michael took command. ‘All right everybody’ he said, ‘That’s pretty well it. I think we’re ready.’ He looked at me and said ‘Stop looking so worried David, you’ll be just fine. As a matter of fact, you’re about to be looked after more attentively than anybody else in this room. Now all you’ll feel is your consciousness slipping away, and a moment later you’ll find things are different. All right then, here we go.’
I watched his hand slowly turn a small dial, and that was my last image of consciousness. Within seconds I slipped into blackness and was gone.
The End of Back to the Cradle – Chapter Two.
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