I found an extremely bizarre internet survey.

One night, while browsing some random link directory site, I stumbled upon a webpage that read “Help us improve our service.” It had a pretty generic looking survey, nothing out of the ordinary. There was a multiple choice question on the top, and a text field at the bottom for general comments. I really don’t know why, but for some reason, I decided to take it. I think it was because I was bored, plus it wasn’t a long survey anyway. I clicked on the first answer choice, and hit the submit button.<br><br>Instead of giving me a “thank you” message, or a confirmation that my submission had been received, I was taken to a new page with another question. Figuring that this was some kind of multi-page survey, I clicked on an answer, and once again hit the submit button.<br><br>This happened several times. I took the survey, each time expecting to be given an exit page of some sort. But it just kept going. After a while, I started getting a little curious. Just how *long* was this thing? So I decided to go ahead and take it all the way to the end.<br><br>As far as the questions went, they were all pretty generic to start with. The standard questions you’d find on just about any survey. What was my age? What were my interests? Where did I live? That kind of thing. But as the survey went on, the questions started to get a little strange.<br><br>One asked why I visited this particular “service” in the first place. I was a little confused by this question. I had come here from a links page, and had just decided to take a survey for the hell of it. So I clicked on the “other” box, and wrote, “I just wanted to take a survey.”<br><br>Then the next question asked me *why I wanted to take a survey in the first place.* I was a little dumbfounded by this one. I didn’t know there was an actual reason to take a survey. So I just wrote “I don’t know.”<br><br>I was getting a little bored with all of this, but I decided to keep going. The next question was even more bizarre than the last. It asked me if I knew where I was *really* taking this survey. I clicked “no” almost out of habit, at this point. Then the next question asked why I didn’t know where I was. I wrote “I don’t know” here as well.<br><br>I still didn’t get an exit page. At this point, I was getting very curious. Just what the hell kind of organization was this, anyway? Some questions seemed to be asking me about my sex life. I was a little put off by this, but I figured I could answer them honestly without any personal details. Other questions seemed to ask about how I was feeling at the moment. I answered all of these truthfully. I wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind at the time.<br><br>I’m not really sure how long I took the survey. It could have been anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour. But eventually, I got to a question that made my blood run cold. It asked me if I knew what we *really* were. Not who, but what. I clicked “no” almost on instinct. I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to like the next question.<br><br>The next question told me to look at myself. That’s it. I was confused for a moment, until I looked down and realized that something was wrong. For a moment, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Everything seemed normal enough. But something was wrong. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.<br><br>I looked harder, and that was when I finally figured it out. I was looking at my own face. But I was looking at it from the wrong angle. My eyes should have been the other way around. And there was something covering my left cheek. Some sort of transparent film.<br><br>I looked down at my arms, and they were huge and fat. I could see a pair of hands at the ends of them. They were big and round, with thick fingers. My body was all wrong too. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out why. Then I realized that my stomach was in the wrong place. Instead of being on my torso, it was on my back. I could feel it hanging there.<br><br>I stood up, or at least I tried to. The truth is, I fell over. I wasn’t used to this new type of locomotion. Luckily, I was sitting on the floor, so I didn’t have very far to fall. I struggled for a while, until I was finally able to stand up. Then I looked around. I was standing in a small cubicle, with white walls and a white floor. The only thing in here was the chair and computer I was sitting in front of.<br><br>I used my big round hands to examine my body. I looked all around myself, trying to find out where everything else was located. My kidneys were located on my shoulders, and my liver was on my chest. I couldn’t even find my heart. I was absolutely horrified by all of this. What had happened to me? Suddenly, that survey made a whole lot more sense.<br><br>Eventually, I decided that there wasn’t really anything I could do. So I went back to the computer, and continued the survey. The next page I got had a long paragraph of text on it. It seemed to be addressing me directly.<br><br>“We are thankful that you have decided to continue our survey. You have been chosen, along with several others, to participate in our test. We have given you a new body, and placed you in the testing area. We hope that you can adapt to our service, and get used to your new surroundings.”<br><br>I hit the next button, and got another question. It asked me if I liked my new surroundings. I clicked on the “no” box, and left a very negative comment. I was absolutely furious. My life had just been ruined, and I didn’t even know why. Then the next question asked me why I didn’t like my new surroundings. I clicked “other,” and left a long comment about how I didn’t ask for this, and how I just wanted to go home.<br><br>The next page addressed me directly again. “We are sorry to hear that you are not satisfied with our service. If you continue to be disruptive, we will be forced to end the test. Please continue, and try your best to cooperate.” Then it gave me another question. It asked me why I was being so uncooperative. I went with “other” again, and left a long tirade about how I didn’t want this and I just wanted to go home.<br><br>I was absolutely livid at this point. I didn’t know what kind of organization this was, but they had *ruined my life.* I was in some kind of testing room, with a strange new body. And they were acting like I had *asked* for this. I decided that they must be some kind of secret government organization, or something like that.<br><br>I continued to take the survey, partially because I didn’t know what else to do. The questions kept asking me about my new surroundings, and how I had adapted to my new body. I kept telling them that I hated it, and that I just wanted to go home. The survey kept telling me to be more cooperative. Eventually, I got to a page that told me I was being “retired” from the test. It said that I had failed to adapt, and that I would be disposed of.<br><br>As soon as I read this, the lights in the room began to flash. I heard a hissing sound, and something began to flood the room. I was too startled to move, and before I knew what was happening, I was dead.<br><br>That’s it. That’s my story. I don’t really know why I’m telling it to you. I just wanted to let people know what happened to me. If anyone else sees one of these surveys, don’t do what I did. Just close your browser window, and walk away.<br><br>[UPDATE] I am no longer in the testing room. I’m not really sure where I am, and I don’t know how I got here. All I know is that I’m in some kind of laboratory. There are a bunch of people in lab coats walking around, and a bunch of computers and testing equipment. I’ve tried to talk to the people, but they don’t seem to notice me.<br><br>I’ve been trying to figure out what happened. My best guess is that I’m some new form of artificial intelligence. The survey was probably some kind of test, designed to see if I could think and act like a human. I’m not really sure though. Like I said, I’m still trying to figure it all out.