with a tick of the pen

The walls of the science building were white, and the floor tiles were marginally lighter than soil.

Some other time, being in this building, I would be shouting on the

inside. ''Let me out of this fucking place; this is no spot for a scholarly goliath, for example,

myself.''

Dr. Fields advised me to meet him in his office in room 301 at 3:30.

I came to the flight of stairs, and as I was climbing them, I pondered internally,

''Somebody flatulated; gross.''

I battled through the mass of undetectable horror and advanced toward Dr. Fields.

office. His entryway was totally open, yet he paid me no mind; rather, he just sat at his

PC, his eyes dashing across the screen, examining it behind a couple of adjusted outlines glasses.

I thumped on the workplace entryway. He looked over and gave me a straightforward gesture. ''Hi

Montgomery,'' he said.

''Hello,'' I answered.

''Prepared to get everything rolling?'' Dr. Fields asked, raising his eyebrow. A spot of

Invigorate filled his eyes.

''What do I need to do?'' My creative mind spun out of control. I envisioned being tied

to a table, Dr. Fields doping me up with a wide range of peculiar illusory medications.

''For what reason did I need to consent to allow you to offer me a chance prior to doing this?'' I inquired.

''To safeguard you from unfamiliar microbes you might experience during your outing to

another aspect.''

''I see.''

This ended up being clearly false.

He strolled over to me, ventured into the front pocket of his 500

dollar suit coat, and took out a pen. ''You'll require this,'' he said, permitting a little grin.

to cross his mustachioed face.

I checked out at the pen and afterward back at the teacher. ''Um, how are things turning out to

Permit me to head out to another aspect?''

''Simply click the top, my kid,'' he said, for all intents and purposes jumping far removed.

I shrugged, casually tapping the pen top. I jumped out of my seat and turned

quicker than light toward the wall.

I went through the wall, sound. It seemed more like

going through water rather than a strong wall.

I wound up in a wilderness.

Thick growth and trees encompassed me. ''Where am I?'' I thought.

I started strolling. The sky was red, similar to the dirt. I felt something sting my hand.

I peered down and saw a mosquito mess with me. I smacked him, Splat. I flicked the cadaver off

my hand, and he sank into the red soil.

I kept strolling, totally oblivious to where

I was or even where I was going. ''Had Dr. Fields' pen worked?'' I thought.

''Might it be said that I was in another aspect? Assuming this is the case, which one? Pause, where's the pen?''

I soon understood the pen was in my back pants pocket. ''Unusual,'' I thought. ''I don't actually

Recall returning it there, in any case.'' I shrugged.

I strolled. I stumbled over a clan of local-looking individuals. They wore

white face paint and had large, insane, pierced ears.

Gigantic openings in their curves. ''Gross,'' I

thought.

The locals were moving around a goliath, huge fire. One of the locals saw me and snorted.

He communicated in an outsider language and alarmed his clan. ''Crap,'' thought I.

The men pursued me, shaking their pea shooters at me, and I felt a dart hit me in the

leg. I began feeling faint. I tumbled to the ground.

At the point when I got up, I found myself attached to a

tree.''Who would you say you are, individuals? What is it that you need with me?''

I saw one of the fat bosses raise his cleaver and drive it into my gut. He cut

me open, took out my heart, and ate it.

I became amazingly popular from that point onward, clearly Dr.

Fields had an extra pen and utilized it to go into the Ancestral Aspect, which was the

aspect I had meandered into and came and recovered my cerebrum.

He had offered me the chance to separate a piece of my DNA. He utilized this DNA to clone me.

What's more, he thought carefully to energize the clone. He shot a serum straightforwardly into my cerebrum to

eradicate the piece of my memory that would recall going through another aspect.

The serum fizzled, and I, or the clone me, recollect everything, even

recollections of the dead, yet that is another story.