"This is it?" He screamed silently into the expanse of the sanitarium. "This is how it's to be?" He got no response. He was alone. He smiled and tried to bite into the marshmallow walls, but they tasted obscene. Stupid marshmallows.
He never had liked marshmallows, except when he was little. Must've been one hundred and sixty-six years ago, one the planet Kryluc. He'd only been about eleven inches tall at the time. He missed those days.
He tugged again at the coat they'd given him when they'd taken away his arms. He didn't know where they'd taken them, those Bad Men, but he'd sure like to have them back. His nose itched.
He didn't like the Bad Men. Bad Men were the reason that they'd taken him to this awful marshmallow room. He'd biten a piece out of a Bad Man's throat. The Bad Man had yelled at him for walking where he was trying to drive, stupid Bad Man. The other Bad Men had come and took him here.
He didn't like it here, where even the marshmallows were vulgar. He wanted to be back outside where white canvas Bad Men didn't stick him with stickers that made the world topsy turvy. He wanted his kitty.
His was a special kitty, it was cold and soft and quiet and dead. He loved his kitty. Sometimes he'd sit here, debating whether he'd rather have his arms or his kitty. With his arms he could scratch his nose, but would still miss his kitty. His kitty was soft, but without arms he couldn't pet her.
The Bad Noise came. He hated the Bad Noise. It meant the Bad Men were coming. He tried to curl up against the marshmallow wall, tried to hide inside, even if it was putrid. It didn't work. They saw him, with their lightbulb smiles and gun-barrel eyes.
He wanted to scream as the Worst Man reached for him, but could only manage a meek whimper. The Worst Man, with his shock of electric wire hair, took his arm with an iron clmp hand and pulled him into the hall.
Down the hall was the Room. Not the Room! Fear tore through him and he tried to fight. He was useless without his arms. They took him in the room and strapped him to The Machine. Pain coursed through him as the Bad Men tried to make him a Bad Man too.
Then the Earth's lights were shut off and he was alone.
"I just don't get it," Dr. Fielding said remorsefully, "Most patients respond so well to shock treatment...."
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