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BIG BLUE awakenings Part 5 by Wayne Clayton
For a moment Sam stood in the blackness. Wary to step further into the inky void. He sensed the General follow in behind him. Then he heard the General close the heavy door. It was apparent from the sound of the wheel mechanism that the door had once more been locked. Which meant he was now trapped in the darkness with the General, alone. The soldier’s safely on the outside.
Moments later the lights slowly began to find their strength and fought the shadows back. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the General stood by the overly large mains switch. The General gestured for Sam to turn around and soak in the splendour of his new home. Sam did so and found himself transported back in time to the Nineteen Forties.
The room was far bigger then Sam had imagined, its cream coloured walls stained yellow in places by rivulets of rust from the iron pipes which circled the walls. He followed the pipes as they journeyed towards a large metal sphere shaped chamber. The pipes peeled off the wall on either side and seem to hold the iron clad ball suspended about a foot off the floor. In its centre was a door held in place by huge butterfly bolts. It reminded Sam of something he had seen once in a book, but he couldn’t quite place it. He moved closer to peer into the small circle of glass which served as a window. Inside he briefly caught glimpse of a metal frame at its centre, complete with thick leather straps. But a glimpse is all he was allowed as the General slammed his hand over the porthole.
“Doctor Orton,” The General voice was in full military mode. “ This is none of your business, that over there,” The General pointed to a bank of antique dials and switches which sprawled across the wall.” is none of your business, See this?” He shot a finger sharply towards a table of centrifuges and large microscopes which looked like they came straight off the Arc two by two. “No you don‘t, it’s none of your business. Do I make myself clear Doctor? “
Sam nodded, he wasn’t prepared just yet to shout ‘Yes Sir, General Sir’ But he thought he’d risk asking a question just to feel like he still had some control over his life. Even thought he didn’t.
“And..er..just what is my business General?” he asked cautiously so not to add oil to the General fire.
The General gave Sam a momentary stare and then marched across to an open door which lead into a small office off from the main room. Sam followed and stepped gingerly in after him.
“This is your room Doctor, I’ve had my men bring your equipment in already and your bunk is over there.”
Sam’s equipment consisted of a note pad, a pen, pencil and a calculator, all neatly laid out next to a Laptop and a old black angle poised lamp. His bunk was complete with dark green horse hair blankets folded on the mattress like the Flag on a fallen hero’s casket. Sam was sure that to the General this was the height of luxury.
But it was time for Sam to ask the big question.
“And where is my patient??”
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