>Strangers: Be translated into something we can understand. Please.
Oh, alright, since you asked nicely. They can talk by themselves, at least. I was getting tired of drawing fake languages anyway. With a wave of the author's MAGIC STYLUSWAND, subtitles have now been enabled for any scenes where the protagonist is not present.
>Jump on the bed. It's not like anyone's watching!
Fair point. You don't think you can jump on this bed, though. The mattress is more like a slab of wood. Still, standing on a bed is fun. You don't get to do that often. Not that you'd want to normally.
>Open up the chained box.
Okay, so here's the thing. You don't really have any instruments, so you decided to put your immortality to good use for once and open this sucker through brute force. However, you may have overestimated this box. It looks like a rotted box full of old soup cans or something isn't much of a match for immortality. ...This is in no way amusing. You are not amused right now.
>Show us your butt!
Before you can drop trou, you see two pairs of feet come into frame. Presumably these are connected to people. Maybe you should try this whole "human interaction" thing again.
You really don't know why you keep trying to speak English. Loneliness doesn't work as a translator. Still, you make a valiant effort of it. Though you're gonna have to change tactics if you've got any interest in making friends here.
>Several attempts at miming "pen" later.
Okay, this is better. Though the atmosphere seems tense. You don't really like that. At this point in your life you're past caring about whether or not others are uncomfortable, but you're very uncomfortable here and that annoys you.
>Try drawing pictograms.
Oh yeah, good idea. Maybe you can explain the situation to them somewhat. Though you really don't know how you'd convey the world "immortal" through pictures. Hmm.
>Do something incredibly dangerous to convey your immortality to them.
You attempt an old party trick you remember really impressing ladies back in the day.
The ladies of the future don't seem all that impressed.
Okay, let's try this again with actually writing something this time. You really don't know why they even bothered giving you a marker instead. You could just as easily stab yourself with felt tip as you could with ballpoint if you wanted to.
...you realize that you have nothing to say/draw to these people. It's not like you have anywhere to be or anything to accomplish. You don't even need anything all that much. Huh.
> Y'know, if you try speaking in enough languages, even some real old ones, there's a chance they eventualy might end up recognizing at last one at 'hey isn't this that vaguel like that dead language people talked about a millenia or so ago'.
> Also try drawing an english flag in a cartoon bubble near a mouth, and a number of logos from the time you last remember, if you are lucky eventualy they'll... whatever the equivalent of googling it up nowadays.
You doodle a bunch of things you think could convey your immortality to them or maybe at least be something they might recognize.
In retrospect, drawing it all at the same time might have given off the wrong impression. But doing it one by one would've taken forever, so.
They seem happy with it, at least. Yeah, okay, you're not totally against this century. At least the three people you've met here don't seem like total dicks. You're gonna stay here and feel it out for a bit. Maybe you can have a half-decent break for once.
Okay, seems good so far.
Still good, though this interview is going forever and you still can't understand a word of it.
Still good. You're liking these weird glowy drinks.
Okay, now it's getting a little strange. People are screaming at each other, they're pointing at you aggressively... You're not really feeling this situation. Maybe you should do something before-
-ah dammit. You knew it. It's the same story every time. You just can't be immortal in peace without some jackass sticking you in a test tube to try and "study" you. Well, it's time to deal with this predicament now. Presumably in a way these science guys will seriously disagree with. You really need another one of those glowy drinks.
>They probably don't consider you a human because you NEVER EMOTE!
Yeah, maybe. You attempt to shed a bitter tear for the depressing situations you keep finding yourself in. ...Nope. No dice. You've been slightly concerned about this for a while, actually. Lately you've been feeling really detached from most things. Why bother showing concern over anything, though? You can't die. Worst comes to worst, you can always just out-wait everyone else. Even now, at most you're mildly annoyed about how your shirt now has a new layer of mystery goo on it.
>Try to rip those thingies off.
Man, these are on you good. Though it's also difficult to move in this mess. It's like wading through pudding.
>Drink the tube fluid.
You're 100% behind this idea, but it probably isn't possible. From the feeling of it, every cavity in your body is already filled up. This is bullshit. You shouldn't have to put up with this kind of thing. Who's in charge of this century?! This must be unethical in some way.
>Try to get in cahoots with the original future female.
Oh yeah, you forgot about her. You try to do your best "sad hand on glass" thing that you've seen in movies.
Hey, baby. Come on. Look at you, all old and stuff now. Remember the good times? Like that time you tackled me? Or that time you pointed a gun in my face? We could've been great together. We still can be if you just come closer.
>Flip everyone off.
Aaaand PSYCHE! Hah. You're not very interested in getting into relationships with people who trap you in weird tubes for science anyway. This is childish, but nobody ever said immortality cancels out immaturity. Besides, it might be good to blow off some steam in this situation.
Hmm. This is different, though. Where did everyone else go? These alarms were definitely not here before either.
Yep, things are definitely changing around here.
You see what you mean? Your logic tells you that you should be afraid or confused, but all you're thinking is that now you're gonna be spitting up green stuff for the next hour. This is probably not the right response to...being in a broken tube...at some government science lab...as a subject. Yeah. You wonder when exactly you started to lose control of your life.