When I was young for the longest time, my parents tried to keep me away from the internet.

They always saw the negativity that came from it and ignored the potential it had.

Of course, they couldn't keep this up forever. Eventually, it became more and more accessible,

and they finally caved in when we got a family computer.

The computer itself wasn't anything spectacular, but what it held was truly the new man made wonder that grew each day.

When I got home from school, I could go online and read whatever articles I could find.

Peer into people's lives through personal written blogs and play the assortment of games that people made.

I couldn't explore everything as my parents had put a parental filter on the computer, and I was young at the time, only 12 years old.

But honestly, I had no interest in the sort of stuff they were trying to protect me from.

Few years down the line, I started finding interesting stories.

I could never tell if they were fiction or not. They often never had an author credited.

They'd also be shared around so much that you never find any original source.

This gave these tales a more mystery.

A lot of them were laughable, unrealistic serial killers and practical monsters.

However, one story caught my attention and stuck with me ever since reading it.

It was called the Russian Sleep Experiment.

It was about Russian researchers performing an experiment on some captured prisoners of war.

They falsely promised their freedom if they sat in a chamber with gas that would suppress their want and need for sleep.

Eventually, they mentally deteriorated and the scientists found them as a husk of their human selves.

They were mutilated, guts hanging out of their bodies. They were very still alive.

Not only this, but they had shown extraordinary strength.

They only wanted one thing to be put back in the gas.

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