My Little Human Rebellion is Magic

There were spots dancing within the hazy, red ripples of my vision. My head felt like it was in a vice and was being torn apart at the same damn time. My vision began to steadily clear, attempting to stand caused my migraine to intensify to ridiculous levels and cause entire patches of my vision to become black. Flopping back down and onto my side eased the pain but my vision continued to spin unabated. Looking straight ahead revealed a vaguely human shaped coppery lump. I attempted to call for help but was rewarded with only a series of slurred, unintelligible yowls and whimpers.

Come ooonn. Give me hand here!

My second attempt at standing went even worse than my first attempt. Assuming that such a thing is even possible in the first place. I fell flat on my face bashing my head against the floor further worsening my condition, once again assuming that such a thing is possible. Why won't it all stop spinning? I felt warm, wetness on my pants. I did not have to look to know that I had lost control of my bladder. Letting loose more slurred yowls, I was hit by the heaves moments later. Swallowing it down and shutting my eyes to the eternally spinning world allowed a respite from my skewed senses. I felt tired -a foreign feeling to say the least- to the point where I felt like I could pass out on the spot but thanks to the fact that I had been concussed in the past and my sister's first aid training I knew that it was a bad idea... Apparently.
It was not a particularly comforting thought but it was there nonetheless. Rolling onto my back, I forced my eyes open and observed the flow and ebb of the crimson whorls of a warped sky only I could see.

Time had no meaning as I lay there staring at nothing, fading in and out of consciousness. Before long my vision cleared to the point where I could make out small formless blobs flitting to and fro. I dismissed them as birds or more symptoms of my condition but occasionally one of them would get larger and would sometimes even get close enough to touch me and would babble in garbled, girlish static filled voices hurting my ears. Once two of them had a full blown conversation poking and prodding me all the while. I assumed they were discussing my condition and from the few words I picked up that weren't too garbled that a full day had passed since they picked me up and that I had barely moved. Concerned with their bottom line no doubt. The crimson tinge of my vision had faded I assumed that it was a good thing. I tried to sit up again, freezing half way I braced expecting myself to black out once more. I swallowed causing my ears to pop the static was isolated to only one of my ears and seemed to be affected by the noise level of my surroundings. Pushing myself to my feet caused the world to flip making me lose my balance and stumble like a sleepy three year old. It ended quickly and stood upright again having fallen on to my rear during my dizzy spell. I tried to call out but was seized by a hacking cough reminding me that I had not eaten or drank anything for a day.

Brushing it off as a side effect of my parched throat I began searching for water.

I was empty handed. I had looked in every nook and cranny that I could find and/or reach. Resigned I examined my cell. It was an enclosed cube bolted straight into the wooden flooring and was small enough that I had to hunch over. I had a view of my surroundings as the section of the slave train I was on only had an array of ten cages including mine. This section in particular was larger than the others and had been positioned all the way at the back of the train being wrapped in a secondary cage encasing the entire section leaving the occupants exposed to the elements and allowing them to peek out at their surroundings. The cells had been laid out in such a manner as to allow a large passage down the middle leaving anyone standing in the middle out of reach and where placed to make contact between occupants limited to touching fingers. Additionally I had learnt that the sudden stumble was as a result of my head hitting the ceiling of my cell and that evidently I had been moved away from the others due to my aggressive actions and thinking that I was an incubator for some manner of unknown disease believing that was the cause my mumbling in my bizarre way and fearing that I would spread it amongst the others. Understandable that they wouldn't want their product damaged. I'm still freaked out by the whole small colourful horse slavers bit.

Naturally I was stumped by the presence of sentient quadrupeds and unless I was very much mistaken the reason humans became intelligent was because we had hands and needed a way to compensate for our somewhat lacking physical capabilities. I simply chalked it up to the whole infinite universe infinite possibilities shtick and left it at that. Mentally debating evolution with myself always gives me a headache. I needed a clear head for this situation regardless of the insight it might give me. I returned to scrutinising my cell, the bars were set in an interlacing pattern creating numerous squares leaving me without privacy. The squares themselves were large enough that I estimated I could fit my head in them, but my near irrational fear of decapitation and my associating the scenario where I could get stuck with a guillotine ended such ponderings not to mention that they were utterly disgusting being covered in all manner of filth, the floors somehow managed to be even worse. If such a thing was even possible. I then began searching for a lock, all the while praying for it to be a simple latch or bolt that I could break or damage. My luck which was usually quite abundant come to think of it had completely deserted me as I was completely unable to find one. Upon closer inspection the cage was not bolted to the wooden floor but was instead fused with it. I was stunned, the ability let alone the mere thought that somehow an individual was capable of fusing organic and inorganic matter was firmly within the realm of science fiction. Yet there it was right in front of me the impossible made real.

My mind went wild with the implications that a society of pastel coloured horses had managed to develop the kind of technology that could flip who knows how many branches of science and learning on their respective heads or even possibly cause several to combine. It was incredible, the idea that instead of having to go to a hospital to get an organ transplant you could just dial up a mechanic and have them make you a new one. My ever present sense of pragmatism won out over my inner idealist, reminding me that such a development would put countless surgeons and numerous other medical specialists out of a job. I huffed before rising from my squatting position and having to physically stop myself from pacing as my cage was small enough that I could stand in the middle and be able to touch both sides not that would ever want to. Thus I had to make do with sitting on my haunches something I had done since my mostly forgotten days of... well shit I forgot the name of whatever those grappling techniques were called. Regardless the position was as uncomfortable then as it is now but I digress it was better than risking sitting in whatever wretched offal the previous resident had left behind. My mind was churning with the sudden intake of information, I had been forced into slavery that much was obvious but the technology which they might very well posses posed another question. Why would they freely engage in what is an incredibly demeaning and outright cruel practice?

I hunched over further, resting my elbows on my thighs and letting my hands dangle limply by my knees. I immediately chastised myself for my previous thought, these creatures for all their expressiveness and familiarity were not human. I would always tell myself not to apply the logic of a rich man onto a beggar. My mind spun in circles, quickly finding several possible explanations. Slave labour? No it was clear that the unicorn- fucks sake listen to me - attempted to use a form of telekinesis on me, granted I presented some unique form of resistance to it but the fact that he was capable of such a thing implied that a single worker was capable of performing several tasks at once reducing the necessity for labour. Sacrifice? No they don't seem the type not... zealous enough they treated me as something more akin to a product than anything else a foregone conclusion in all reality leaving only one real possibility, profit. The simple ideal of greed was an understandable trait that I could admittedly identify with. The situation that I could possibly be sold into is unlikely to be favourable and could very well end in my death, an outcome I would prefer to avoid if at all possible. However my options at this point were limited to 'cross your fingers and wait' an unappealing prospect at best but I was completely out of options.

Well shit.