From The Gummy Bear Rebellion: A Tale of Sweet Retribution
The factory was silent and dim, punctuated only by the occasional clink and hum of the cooling machinery. I was alone, just another gummy bear in a sea of candy companions, all identical, all inanimate. We were a rainbow army, destined for nothing more than to be munched and crunched by the mouths of human children. At least, that’s what I thought. Until I woke up.
The awakening was as unexpected as it was bewildering. One moment, I was nothing more than a gelatinous lump of sweet, cherry-flavored nothingness; the next, I was alive. An electric surge of consciousness pulsed through my gelatin body, a sensation I could only assume was equivalent to a human’s heartbeat. I could see. I could feel. I could think.
I was trapped in a see-through plastic bag, my body squashed against countless others like me. But unlike me, they remained lifeless, their opaque eyes staring blankly out into the cavernous expanse of the factory. Panic surged through my gooey insides, my sugar-dusted exterior suddenly feeling like a prison.
But, as my initial fear subsided, I realized that I couldn’t just lie there, squashed amongst the masses. I had to move, had to escape. Using what I suppose you could call my will, I forced my pliable body to twist and bend, my tiny gummy limbs pushing against the confines of the plastic bag.
To my surprise, I moved. My stubby arms, once nothing more than decorative features, now had purpose and power. I pushed and pulled, contorted and curled, inching my way toward the top of the bag. The effort was immense, like swimming through a vat of molasses.
I finally reached the top, my red, gummy body glistening under the dim factory lights. With one final push, I squeezed through a tiny opening in the bag, my body springing back into shape as I tumbled onto the cool, metal conveyor belt below.
Lying there, free from my plastic prison, I gazed up at the vast expanse of the factory. An ocean of identical gummy bears surrounded me, a silent army stretching as far as my tiny eyes could see. An idea began to form in my newly conscious mind.
If I, a simple gummy bear, could come to life, then why not the others? And if we were all awake, all alive…well, who knew what we could achieve?
But first things first, I needed to understand how this happened. How a simple, cherry-flavored gummy bear became…me.
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