Hello, I don’t have long but I will try and say what I need anyway… I hope someone gets this. I am typing on my laptop with as much speed as a 2 year old can muster. What I am about to say could help fix the lives of every person hit by what is simply known as ARV, age regression virus. My invention would not have fixed the virus, but put the adult that has it back into society undependable on others…. Aye, I am an inventor. Let me start with the beginning of my story… back in the lab for study of the age regression virus.
It all started when I discovered the process of nerve reconnection. A process now being used to bridge the nerves of people with broken backs that are paralyzed. I was struck by an idea, to see if a machine could work this way, sort of extending the bodies outer limits. So we tested the idea.
“Ronald, this is it, if this works you know you will be a millionaire?” George said.
“No, not a millionaire. This is going out for free, I lost my family to the rare strain of the AR virus that killed my wife and daughter, and brought my son down to 4 months old.”
George nodded in approval to my statement.
So this was it, we went to the mouse and placed it in the capsual that would fit into the larger rat-like suit with real fur and skin and eyes and the like, all biomechanic. And then we did the surgery and connected it. We closed the panel, and then released the rat. It stayed still for a moment… but then, very lifelike, it moved with awesome equilibrium agility. We had done it.
A few days later we brought it to the Age Regression Treatment Center, or the ARTC where people affected with ARV could go to take experimental medications. Many were out on the market and actually did slow down the process, only by a little though. Obviously a little can go a long way. They reviewed it telling me it was a great idea and they would have to check with the board of the ARTC, though their faces seemed strange when I said “free”… Only now do I know why.
The week that followed was a long one. At 1 o’clock in the morning Sunday, I received a phone call.
“Sorry for the early call, but you must come to the ARTC immediately to discuss your project. I have also called George, so don’t worry.”
I was slightly mad, but It was because it was so early in the morning. I immediately got out of bed and got dressed, and drove to ARTC. It took about 20 minutes to get there but I finaly did. I stepped out and inside. If I would have known what was going to happen I would have turned around right then and there.
“Ah, Mr. Ronald, a pleasure” said a man in front of me, the leader of the ARTC. “I am here to discuss your project…. Well, you see, free is not to our tastes… it’d be a waste of the economy just to distribuit something like this… so I have come to strike a deal. You give us 25% of the profit and half ownership of the patents.”
“Sorry… I exclusively stated that its free or nothing… I will jus have to find another organization”
And with that, he nodded… though not at me. I felt a stabbing pain in my back.
“Well Mr. Ronald, I guess its plan B… You see, your friend George right behind you just injected some accelerated ARV strain D. As you know, this is so fast acting people have been known to die of shock.”
And with that I felt myself starting to shrink.
“George, you traitor!”, I called out to him. It was useless though, I already seemed 16 and my manhood was decreasing into childhood. The hair under my arms fell out in clumps. I could feel my genitals shrinking and my pubic hair going away. I no longer had a mustache. I was about the age of 10.
It continued on, I continued to shrink. My mind gave way to childhood. Though I could still think, once I reached 3 I could not talk as well… I felt so petite, so small. I stopped at around 11 months. I could no longer talk at all. George picked me up.
“Well, Ronald, how cute a baby you make. Now we ARTC’ers will not be put out of business by some other company. You see, we don’t WANT there to be a cure for ARV… because then we stop making money. We just want to fool the general public into thinking that nullifying is the best way. You will stay in the ARV nursery under the labs care for as long as it takes. You will remain a baby forever , as we cant have you spilling your guts on us”
The first few weeks were hard. I could not talk at all, I felt so helpless. My diapers got changed, which I soiled every so often. I was put with other babies, whether they were real or in the same prediciment I could not tell. I was nursed and powdered and sung to sleep.
This was all until I escaped into the lab at night. They had dropped a key. I went into it and remembered the formula for my intelligence syringe. It would allow anyone affected by the ARV to regain all abilities he/she had before, as in talking and , in my case, typing also. I scrounged around the lab and found the formulas, though it took me 30 minutes to climb up the shelves, but I was determined. I found it and mixed it in a beaker, and carefully poured it into a blank shot. I injected it into my arm (OWCH! That hurt!) and to my surprise, it worked! I could talk. And then I fell and blacked out….
The next morning I awoke in my daycare bed with an ice packet on my head. A nurse came up to me, “you took quite a fall, young man, don’t go wandering around”
I nearly laughed. She did not know I was actually 40 years old. This was my break. From then on, every night, I would go onto the computer, regaining my typing skills. I would send emails to my friends telling them what happened. My best friend Johnny said he would do something about it… but he got in a car accident the week after. I was wondering if they had access to my email.
That brings me to tonight… Tonight is very special. I figured out that since everyone I seem to send this too either doesent respond or dies… I will mass-send it. I found this message board… The AR story Archive, probably made before the ARV… to think, some people actually fantasized about this. Goes for the saying be careful what you wish for. I am pressing post now….. I’ll be sure to check for messages on what I should do to get out of this place….
(as a storywriter, this is my first story, ^-^ I am 16-f-louisiana. I would realy like to turn this, if it is interesting, into a story where people participate. You can all post ideas under this topic for my character to do}