The Bad Specimens
  
The Bad Specimens
Published:
10/14/2015
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ISBN:
978-1-46896-569-8
A few hundred years from now, a sample of humans will be extracted from locations around the world. Captive, isolated and abused, they are forced to be a part of the Creatures' experiments. In this new world, there is no such thing as human rights. The specimens must decide to live or to die. Choosing to stay alive means choosing which part of their humanity to keep and which to let go. The Bad Specimens is a bold work of fiction, drawing from the worlds of sci-fi and horror.
Humans left alone, without hope for an audience, will still talk to themselves. I'm doing it right now. I'm telling myself a story about an imaginary prehistoric man. He's grunting and howling at the other prehistoric men, as they all sit around a campfire. Suddenly, he's eaten by a predator because he didn't know when to shut up. This devoured prehistoric man, I imagine he could have been my direct ancestor. I don't know him, but I despise him. It's his fault that I'm here. He was a fool. He deserved to be violently consumed. I will learn how to time travel, to go back in time, and pummel him for his obtuseness, and for his over-abundance of innocence. My mind goes wandering because it can. Unlike me, it's not locked in here. It can travel through time, and it can go home if it wants. Right before that man was taken away, they forbade us from talking to each other, making eye contact, or even making gestures. Now they have separated us from each other. All I want to do is talk about anything and everything: a recipe for shepherd's pie, the rankness of my breath, the ugly gray color of these walls. I want someone to read me the same bedtime story over and over again. When my mind wanders, a little bit of amazement sneaks in. Here and now, it's like we are the first people, like we are special. Then I realize that's stupid. We're not the first people, we're only the first people here, in this place. We're not special. We are the most unlucky humans in the history of humans.
T.D. Clare currently lives in Southern California and writes in a variety of genres.
 
 


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