Segment 2 (Cont)

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"Did you press it?"

Centered aboard the dash it blinked once, twice, five times in total. It's giant red eye flickered steadily buzzing a humming bee's tune. People are not unlike fish. Throw the lure into the clear waters and wait. Eventually something will bite. It's all just a matter of time.

"No" my reply fell flat.

The man subtly leaned over my bound chair spitting specks of saliva as he continued his interrogation. "Did you press the button soldier!?"

"No sir!"

"LIES!" suddenly spouted the fat man who only relinquished his grip long enough to thrust a iron knuckle into the nearest plaster wall.

"Now tell me the truth son. Did you press the button?"

Again the red trance enthralled mind's eye hypnotically moving my lips to the beat of the current seance.

"It begs me. Everyday I see it in my head. Everyday it requests a touch. Everyday I say no"

"Then why in the hell are we still stuck here Sergeant?"

When you've been alive as long as I have, you figure to hear this a million times over during the course of your life. Sometimes the scenario for the question changes. Sometimes the answer to the question differs. But the intriguing fact remains. Mortality begs.

"Because skinny, someone had to press it. But that's beside the point now. Though what is relevant is I know exactly where they left it. I can even bring you along on my field trip"

The man continued to pace only pausing in short intervals to ask redundant questions. "How is that possible soldier?"

Begrudgingly I shot my nose up in response "They've implanted me with the hardware capable of detecting it's sensors just in case the event - this event - ever occurred. I can feel it's buzz as we speak"

"And you think you'll be able to revert these effects?"

"No sir; I know I can"