The Watch - Part 6

As soon as the watch’s strap connected together, pain erupted through my arm, making me scream aloud. It felt like as if it was digging into my skin, attaching itself to me, ensuring I won’t be able to take it off later. There was no going back. What have I done? Whatever was happening, my brain couldn’t comprehend it, so it dealt with it the only way it knows how: It tried shutting down, make me pass out only to wake up when all of this is over, but somehow, the watch prevented my brain from doing that and due to it being kept awake, all of its energy was used up in a matter of seconds.

My legs went weak, but I didn’t fall down. Bright white orbs of light popped in an out of existence all around me as my eyes rolled around in their sockets, but they never went in on themselves. The strap felt as if it was automatically adjusting itself to my wrist. Then, something entered my body. Something that my brain struggled to process. Some kind of new information. As if it was forcing my brain to accept it. Or maybe it was infecting me. Whatever it was, I didn’t feel the pain anymore. When did that happen? Did it stop as quickly as it started? Has my brain now adjusted to the watch? Whatever this was, I knew instantly that this was far beyond any technology we have today, that’s just a given. There’s no way someone could have made something like this, let alone give it to someone, anyone. Unless they know what was going to happen. I can’t think about this mystery right now. I need to get my priorities straight. First things first, figure out what the heck this watch is and what it has done to my body.

Breathing hard, eyes watering, weak kneed, a head feeling stranger than ever, I wished it to never happen again. It was then I realised I had fallen to the floor. I must have blacked out? No, I was conscious throughout the procedure, so that means I must have become numb to feeling anything for a short while. Luckily I didn’t hit my head on the table beside the sofa. Slowly, I climbed back to my feet, testing the strength in my knees before I let go of the sofa and stood up straight. When I was satisfied that my legs could hold my body’s weight, I let myself stand freely, letting out a long breath that relaxed my body a little. It was finally over. I was so glad it was over so quickly, but it was an experience that I hoped to never go through again. Ever.

“What the hell was that all about?” I asked myself, looking down at the watch. It sat there, on my wrist, all peaceful looking, as if it had never done anything. I wiped the tears from my eyes, made sure that all my senses were back to normal. I looked down at the watch and discovered it sitting on my wrist comfortably - and I mean really comfortably - much better than the watch I had a couple of years back. I daren’t touch it for I don’t want to set it off again, but the only way I could get it off my wrist was to touch it. However, I also knew instinctively that this watch would not come off my wrist so easy. There was a reason why it put me through so much pain.

“Now what am I going to do?” I asked.

As if it had listened to my question, the black screen lit up white. It stayed like that for a couple of seconds before slowly fading into another colour: Green, then blue, then red, then yellow, then back to white.

Then it went back to black and started to beep. I grew nervous at this sudden ominous beeping sound, because it could mean anything. The first thought that went through my mind said that the beeping was counting down the seconds before it blew up. Another thought said that it could be counting down to when it popped off my wrist, but from what it had just put me through, I highly doubted that. The third and last thought said that the beeping indicated that it was setting something up. A watch as expensive as this one looked must have some sort of software that recalibrates itself according to the owner wearing it. It was the best thought I could come up with that explained the beeping - although the bomb thought was close behind - as it would, somehow, explain why it did what it did, even though I did wonder why it would put me through any of that if it were only to blow up seconds later.

Then the beeping increased and continued to increase until it became a solid noise. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to happen now, and I’ve got to brace myself for when that does. Along with the single stream of noise, the black screen lit up white again. My eyes widened, as I knew this was it.

Then the noise stopped and something appeared in front of me. The image took me by surprise that I took a step backwards, clouting the back of my leg against the table, making me wince in pain. I bent down to rub the tender area and to make sure that I hadn’t hurt it too badly, but luckily, there was only a red spot, meaning I hadn’t caused any damage.

I stood back up straight and found that a person was standing in front of me. This time my surprised reaction made me jump back so much that I hit the same spot behind my leg against the same spot on the table, making me double up with pain once more.

I sat on the couch as I rubbed my leg better. I looked up at the person. He had lines on his face and tough skin that helped me guess his age at around about mid-forties, but the immaculate suit that he was wearing made him look at least ten years younger than that. He stood up straight, both arms down by his side and he was looking down at me, smiling, as if I my sitting down because of whacking the back of my leg against the table was funny.

“Hello, Sebastian,” it said in a deep voice, “I’m the watch’s interface and I am here to help.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Antony Hudson

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