Glass Prision

GLASS PRISION
Blue. Blue, blue and more blue. All I saw was seen by a blue filter, a world of electric and penetrating color to the eyes. The color was everywhere; it marked the limit of his cell walls as a spacious room and clouded even the sight of his own hand. And it was the air he breathed blue.
Sometimes he forgets that not everything in the world was blue, then he left to see blue. Sinceshortly after birth, almost since he could remember (although, until he himself had noted, was not trustworthy) had been trapped in a spherical cell, whose walls oblong outer contours appeared distorted and unintelligible. The only concrete could see at all times was the sandy soil of the cell, but this was also seen through a sapphire diluted. But he was sure the unusual quality of the airbecause, within the limits of his memory, remember coming as a child to the cell before it occurred to make it blue, before infecting the air with that strange chemical. At first he was fascinated by the surreality that gave its monotonous captivity, but the surreality itself became monotonous after a while. This initial annoyance, which was nothing but a sigh of exasperation, soon became total hate tothe color in which it was understood the usefulness of the blue at the hands of the captors. It was a chemical, a chemical invented by the mixed with oxygen and somehow deteriorated lungs so they could not properly take the life of gas unless the chemical that gave the blue color was present. He knew this because he sensed he knew he would die if I left that cell, he was sure the evil genius ofthe Captors. Then he could be sure who lived futuristic prison inmate. It was clear he Futurist, which at some point had come to doubt his status as prisoner was, it seemed so natural existence after solid sides. But another memory, images of his youth still very young, colorful skies shadows and echoes of spaces without transparent walls reminded him that his life was not always that.
Although tobe fair, was not so bad in large part by the captors were far from being really cruel. His captors were not human, that I had for sure. It was hard to see their exact forms through the convex glass, but their figures were definitely not human. Their silhouettes were abstract figures, limbs and heads too robust taking such strange ways. Among the deformed body and that what might be called a kindof head were made of flesh union. It was ... missing words to describe the horror. As an arm without elbow, leaving the trunk of the body ending in a nearly spherical bulge full of holes, this could move independently to the body. In addition to this surreal form felt they were huge, much bigger than him or any of the humans that his short experience between them had been allowed to see one of hisfingers would be longer than a human. His personal conviction was that it was a race that did not come from the earth, a race that likely had conquered and enslaved most of humanity. Most were probably were in forced labor, had vaguely remembering the shapes of the concentration camps and breeding grounds, it was only him who had especially in a prison. The reason was far from be of unknown: thekidnappers wanted to study it. Because he knew, he understood enough to realize that it was not quite human. Or at least it was not quite part from what was meant by "human". The reasons behind this conclusion were many. To begin with, but could not remember how many years had been in that prison, more comprehensive accounts reached a hundred years and it in no time he had been married or aged,which passed by understanding humans after a few years. Another reason was his incredible ability to levitate, an activity that no human being could do naturally he could do since I was born, just focused and feet were removed from the soil. But it was for this reason that supported the charity of his captors, because if he could understand now (and oh how much he was amazed and fascinated at the...