The Test 4

I didn't really know what was going on. I slowly redeemed my consciousness, and as I did, I slowly redeemed my memory. 

The Test. Celeste. Mother. And...Errors?

I was either dreaming, or something wasn't at all right. Errors? How could the test, the most advanced technology alive today, possibly obtain and error? The computer's words poured upon my memories, filling my head. Error. Subject not detected. Something was going on, something incredibly abnormal. As my eyelids departed, filling my vision with light, I saw that I was in a rather dim room, the lights flickering and buzzing from above. I tried to look around,  and I simultaneously found I was chained to a wall. The chains were thick and rusty, and it was physically impossible to damage them with my strength. 

Blowing my unkempt and very unhelpful hair out of the way, I attempted to soothe my desire to scream for help. A voice inside me whispered that it wasn't the right move. The lights restrained from flickering, glowing bright, and a buzzing sound was soon engulfing the silence of the room.

As my patience defied me, I tugged with all my might on the chains. The only results received from doing so were sore hands, and a tiresome feeling that swept over my body like a soft, yet effective, wave.

"Struggling?" A deep voice echoed.

"Where am I?" I demanded,  toying with the chains to find a way to break them.

The light illuminated President White's smug expression. White strode slowly and gracefully across the room, until he was at a distance that was tight enough to look me in the eye, but still at a distance not far too close.

"What are you doing here?" I said with a tone of voice that was strongly supported by utter disgust.

The smirk that was painted across White's face faded just a touch. "I am the President. President White. I thoroughly suggest you clear out that ridiculous tone of voice."

"Well I suggest you be quiet and tell me what in the world  is going ON!" I bellowed, slightly emphasizing every word.

White's smirk morphed into a deep frown. The frown left almost immediately, replaced by a strong grin.

"So, Aspyn Estelle Winters, how did the Test go for you? Was it just normal? Did you pass it? Or was there something else? Something that I never knew would happen?" President White questioned, slightly raising his chin.

"Well...I...W-what's the idea?" I croaked.

"Oh, don't toy with me, young lady," White responded immediately, "Every single thing that happened in the testing room was recorded. I saw it. I saw it all."

A long silence emerged in the conversation.

"Okay, so what? I don't know what happened, so LET ME GO!" I burst out, bringing the silence to and end.

"Don't toy with me," President White repeated, "the test results were not normal. You didn't fail or pass." Impatience could be heard clearly in his tone of voice.

A wave of realization and insecurity took only seconds to cloud over me. "The test," I murmured, "It didn't work on me. The test glitched. But how? Even temporary technology these days don't have glitches-how could be most advanced technology be glitching?"

"You've realized the point," President White said, a dark anger erupting in his words, "And if you don't tell me exactly what happened, then I can only ensure your death."

"I don't know what happened!" I insisted. I realized I sounded weak and insecure.

Two guards grasped my arms and tore me from the chains.

"Bring her to the dungeons. She'll be executed if she doesn't admit her information." President White glared at me before the guards escorted me away.

I didn't struggle with the guards, but lowered my head and tried to think of a way to escape.