So if any of you remember correctly I posted about a year ago on my book. I cringe thinking about my old writing style... I really intended to write a whole book from a robotic mockumentary point of view. Anyways here is the beginning of the first chapter. Right under 1,000 words so please read . My story is flawlessly original and awesome, I just want to know if my writing style captivates your interest at all enough to want to continue reading. Thankyou!
Somewhere unbeknownst, to the rest of the world. Sat thirty-five scientists in seven rows, blindfolded, and restrained to cold metal chairs. Footsteps were heard entering the room. “Welcome,” a mans voice, a deep but charming one rang through the room. It was a big empty room given away by the voices echo. “You're all here today because your intellectual assets have much opportunity to benefit humanity. The United Nations, the National Center for Biotechnology Information, The International Council for Science, and the U.S government has selected you thirty-five individuals out of all the other well credited researchers and educators in America. You've every right to feel proud, and you should be.” The voice took a breath. “Now, the first of two contracts have been signed. You're all well aware that the location of this meeting is confidential, which is what the blindfolds are for. I must apologize as I'm sure not being able to see since you boarded the plane has been somewhat frustrating. The handcuffs that have just been applied to your wrist and the chair, are to help keep the location private. As with this conversation, you either listen to what I have to say and sign the second contract. Or you don't sign the second contract, and go back home speaking nothing of this. This meeting is highly confidential and any mention of it will jeopardize all your freedoms. To break the first contract and speak of this meeting, will be considered an act of treason. Punishable by death. If you sign the second contract, you'll be trusted with classified knowledge, in charge of keeping world peace, helping to establish an internationally unified government, and over all increasing the survivability of the human race. Outliving this hot ball of rock floating aimlessly around a star is actually one of our top projects.” The voice cleared his throat. “You must understand that signing the second contract will give you less social freedoms. Family and friends can't know where you're going, how long you'll be gone, or what you're doing. Sometimes you won't even know where you're going. We can call upon you at a moments notice to be gone for months at a time. The pay is well, however you won't have all the time to spend it.” Footsteps echoed as they paced back and fourth for a good ten seconds. “I'm giving you all thirty minutes, your decisions” he deepened the voice and put heavy emphasis on his next word “WILL be final by then." Footsteps were heard exiting the room, a door shut which ensued to silence. The scientists stayed still with an eerie feeling in the air. A shiver ran down ones back. “Sign my life away without even knowing exactly what the hell it's for? Count me out!” Squawked a female scientist with an annoyed tone. “I want to know the classified knowledge, what if aliens are real or think of all the technology unreleased to the public, I'm signing.” Optimistically proclaimed a younger male scientist. Murmers, mumbles, and a few long drawn out boring opinions on the matter cluttered around the room. An old raspy voice, one that radiated experience, confidence, and wisdom was heard loudly above all the others. His first few words louder to get everyone’s attention, “We're all researchers here, our job is to unravel the mysteries of life and use them to serve humanities cause of bettering our species. If you call yourself a scientists, sign with me.” The room got quiet. Another few minutes of silence passed until the doors opened and multiple footsteps walked through the room. “I assume you have all made the decisions.” The voice stated with anticipation. Simultaneously the blindfolds were removed by an armed person for every scientist. Everyone except for the front row watched the armed guards tie a blindfold to a chair. “Why the fuck are there guns?” Ecstatically a now visually capable man yelled out. “I signed a contract with the United Nations, not a damn military. “Now,” Row by row they saw the man whose voice they've heard as he walked up to the front of the empty chrome room. He was a tall black man around 6'2, maybe weighed about 225 in good physical condition. Looked to be in his early 40's, clad in a fancy suit. Each guard laid down a clipboard on the scientists laps. “Who do you think is going to protect you that is? As of right now these highly trained, special operations, soldiers are here to protect me. I'm rather important to this quote quote underground research. They'll also be here for your protection if you sign the second contract and stay.” The now visual voice clasped his hands together and opened his mouth but paused before saying. “If the second contract is signed you'll all be brought to your quarters for this trips stay and be debriefed on the current project. If you don't sign, we'll have you escorted home immediately. So please, time is up. Sign now and your decision is final.” The sound of thirty five hands fighting against a chain connecting their wrist to seat rattled around the room. The important suited voice strolled down every isle, looking for signatures or blank papers. As he got to the end of the back isle he stopped, turned to the guards and said. “Please escort Scientists seventeen and one out.” The guards grabbed a scientist from the front and the fourth row, applied the blindfold, and took them out of the room.