Where am I?

“Well that certainly is a dumb question!” A voice booms over speakers.

I’m behind a podium, with other people here. I don’t remember anything; how I got here, or who am I…

“Shush up! We’re about to start recording! Audience coming!” It says again, practically reading my mind.

I look at my surroundings, other people standing there. Tied up behind ropes, as well on the weird podiums.

The podiums have a big red button on the centre. Their purpose I fret not, for I must figure this out…

“And now… Welcome back to another episode of The Greatest *and most treacherous* Gameshow!” The apparent announcer states loudly.

*whisper softly*

Cameras glance at the people and I, and ME-37’s fill the audience seats. The robots—which I could somehow remember about—were indeed realistic, almost human-like.

A screen hovers over everything, and stays in place as it just reaches in front of us. It powers on, and I see a strange, almost corrupt, human. His face glitching and trembling, as if it were freezing. The screen was double sided, so the audience and us, the people, could see the screen. I guess the person on the screen is the announcer.

“As you know, faithful audience, our prematurely selected contestants will have to answer plenty questions, solve riddles and puzzles, survive obstacles, all against each other! So don’t you even-EVEN think about friendship.”

The audience giggles loudly, as if they were amused at what the announcer said.

“But, whoever wins the top spot, will be free and get their memory back! Otherwise, if you lose, you stay here FOR ETERNITY until you do win!” The announcer states ruthlessly, as if he were a puppet master.

This explains everything now! Well, not all precisely. I believe we have been brainwashed somehow, but how? And why were WE elected? I can’t grasp at my memory to remember anything at all.

“Hello? Calling planet Tester-1834? Are you even listening?” The announcer asks, pointing at me.

“I am not your “Test Subject lalalala” of sorts,” I say. “I am a human being, who should rightfully be at home, and not randomly abducted for a dumb gameshow.” I thought all the competitors would agree with me, but they merely hid in fear.

“Oh you little piece of filth, you think YOU are better than me? Keep on dreaming, you measly humanoid!” The announcer says chuckling menacingly. “You little party-spoiler. I think it’s time for a DEEPER brainwash! Take him away!”

I jump up, noticing I am out of the ropes that were tying me, as robots launch at me.

“Ooh a tough one we have here ey? I’ll open the hole then!”

Suddenly, a hole opens right beneath my feet, and I’m sent tumbling down to the ground.

And that is how I spent 7 more years of my life in that gameshow, until I finally won to find myself,

Back at the gameshow again…

(To be a Novel soon!)