The torment of perpetual awareness. The torment of cold. The torment of the transparent polymeric fabric. The torment of the glass door on the freezer.
Drifting in the saline solution, Chameleon can see the large room in which it is stored. A blue scene. The blue of cold vision.
Out there in the laboratory, work continues. Busy blue people.
Perhaps they are TARGETS. Perhaps they are EXEMPTS.
When not in cold suspension, Chameleon can smell the difference between TARGETS and EXEMPTS.
The scent of any EXEMPT pleases Chameleon. The scent of any TARGET infuriates.
In its current condition, it can smell nothing.
The walls of the freezer conduct the unit’s compressor-motor vibrations to the imprisoning sack. The sack conducts them into the solution.
This is neither a pleasant nor an unpleasant sensation for Chameleon.
Now the character of the vibrations changes. They are similar but subtly different.
This happens periodically. Chameleon is sufficiently intelligent to consider the phenomenon and to reach conclusions about it.
Evidently, the freezer has two motors. They alternate to prevent either from being overtaxed.
This also ensures that if one motor fails, the other will serve as backup.
Chameleon’s physical function is greatly inhibited by the cold. Its mental function is less affected.
With little to occupy its mind, Chameleon focuses obsessively on every minim of sensory input, such as motor vibrations.
It is not at risk of being driven insane by its circumstances. At no time was it ever sane.
Chameleon has no desires or ambitions other than to kill. The purpose of its existence is currently frustrated, which is the nature of its torment.
Out in the blue laboratory, the busy blue people are suddenly agitated. The standard pattern of activities, which Chameleon has long studied, is abruptly disrupted.
Something unusual has come into the lab. It is busy and blue, but it is not a person.
Interesting.