The Jedi's Slave: Testing
Lara was bored. The first tests were like going to the doctor – techs took her blood, tested everything, peeked in every conceivable place, and mapped the tidal flow of her body. It made her feel like a piece of meat. Few of them talked, increasing her feeling of isolation.
But then she had been taken to a game room. She’d enjoyed playing action games, brain teasers, and flight games. From there she was taken to a simulator that looked like a real starfighter. She climbed in, fastened the restraints and flew – she was shaken, noise enveloped her, and her smile became beatific. But that was before.
Now she sat across from an irritated white-coated woman drinking soda from a koozie-wrapped can . She’d asked Lara to move the ball sitting on the table between them. Lara reached for it.
“No – I want you to move it without touching it.”
Lara could – as a child sent to her room she amused herself by rearranging her dolls without getting up from bed. But she never told anyone – She knew she was different. She had refused for over an hour.
“Young lady, I not only happen to be a psychiatrist and a senior officer, I also am the mother of three daughters. And I have found nice is over-rated.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out a large paddle.
Lara closed her eyes, slammed the ball across the room, breaking a mirror. She started to cry.
The woman smiled.
“Thank you, dear.”