botsu1x

Day 225 

Subject 237 is not meeting expectations, unlike its otherkin, our lab researchers have deemed this experiment as a dead end. It has been a long few weeks. The subject refuses to eat, or doesn’t know how still, has been recorded to scream at the top of its lungs for hours, and refuses to listen to commands. As useful as able bodies can be in a work force, this creature seems to be determined to never see the light of day. 

Side notes: 

There has been new cruel punishments given by chief of staff when dealing with subject 237. Some involve whippings, others are more… gruesome than anything. It’s not only the subject suffering but us researchers as well. I personally think a screw came loose recently especially with the high demand for subjects and many are showing to be unsuccessful. 

There has also been word from outer worlds that many planetary and movement leaders are talking about shutting down our facilities. I do not see this as a concern for we also have grown most of this system’s working class citizens, helping governments through taxes and work forces through bodies for labor. The ones who truly suffer are the researchers like me who don’t get credit where credit is due. ------

-X Signing off. 

The lab researchers jotted down notes as they watched through the one way mirror. Their creature, their creation, a mixture of biomechanics, gene splicing, and mind development, yet they never expected such disappointment from their work. “I swear Carlson,” one of the head leads spoke while turning towards the researching group, “If this thing doesn’t show signs of improvement, I will personally beat you and the thing to death!” Everyone stared, stone faced as they looked around and watched the wailing creature on the ground, curled up in a tight, naked ball. They had tried to provide it food, but it wouldn't eat, tried to clothe it but it would just rip the suits to shreds. Its body was strange to say the least. Especially in the human lab growing alien creatures. It had a head that they could mostly all a goat with two grey horns jetting from its temple towards the back of its head. Its claws were sharp and resembled more of a wild beast than a man, while its three slender tails moved freely like serpents. The pale white blotches near its left eye and chest were only a few of the visible defects from the splicing procedures, the rest would come and go, nothing new to the development team. 

As the lab head broke away from the group, the scientists went to work. Those dedicated to subject 225 stayed put. I sat in deafening silence as the lab assistance spoke quietly, no doubt about me. I am Carlson. Carlson Xeno Grapher. I’m no strapping young man, my red hair turning silver, my posture still slim, but short as ever. Was never really a tall guy to begin with. Walking towards the window, I waved my assistance away from the room before I waited for the sliding metal door to close. “Nickolas,” I pressed the intercom button, allowing my voice to echo off the halls. I spoke as gently as I could, “Nickolas, stop crying, it will be ok.” I watched the small figure, nothing taller than three feet, ears folded back and eyes as red as blood. Tears pooled and streamed down the small face and cheeks. I shook my head and looked around me. “This is my lab,” I spoke under my breath, ,”You are my creation, you are mine, and I’m sorry that they have hurt you. Listen…” glancing over my shoulder, I made sure no onlookers were nearby, “I can help you, but you must trust me. Can you do that?” The creature stared straight through me. I felt a cold spindel of fear crawl up my spine, like an icy pike stabbing the back of my head. “I know that’s your doing Nickolas, I can’t help you if you don’t behave.” I motioned through the mirror. I knew he could see me. I knew it. It's a feeling of hatred when my creature locks eyes with you. Even at such a young and innocent stage of life, we have taught him hatred. Turning the com system off, I went to my lab bench and began reviewing notes:

Hates humans that work here,

Has been beaten for the last three weeks solid

Refuses to listen

Refuses to understand basic speech

Refuses to respond

Refuses to eat

Refuses to drink

Refuses to sleep

I sighed quietly and shook my head, “I will help you Nickolas, I promise.” 

Nickolas sat in his cell, wiping his eyes as he faced the blank cement wall. His head pounded furiously, his eyes felt like they were bulging,  his tears subsided as he dry heaved on his own. Let me go! Let me go! No more! Please no more! His floppy ears shot to the side as he heard the electronic locks unhinge and the metal sliding door open behind him. His arms began to tremble, his head shaking, eyes closed tight as his figure collapsed to the floor, curling up into a ball as his claws pressed against his temples and eyes, “NO MORE!” 

“You will not talk back to me!” A gruff voice responded along with a loud CRACK! Nickolas grunted as the leather whip lashed out against his back, leaving a large red slash, “You worthless piece of trash, we are discontinuing your division after tomorrow, worthless waste of time.” CRACK! The whip bit like a viper, leaving a large bloody X on his back before the man left. As the door closed, he spoke to the computer AI system of the building, “Computer, decontaminate cell 225.”