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“That’s all I can do for today, I can’t push any further or we’ll end up with with another failed experiment on our hands.”
We strained to lift up our head to gauge what the verdict would be this time. Whether they would force her to go beyond the limits of our twisted body regardless of warning or get bored and move onto the next unfortunate Pandoran they scooped into their greedy hands. The few seconds of silence between the lone woman and Hyperion envoy felt unbearably heavy.
“Jack isn’t going to like this lack of progress Samuels...” There were footsteps, we still couldn’t see past the blinding veil of white that clouded our eyes.
“You better get this skaglick to go through fucking hoops by next checkup or we will terminate it.” With a clamor of armored bodies moving across the steel floor, the envoy must have turned toward the exit of the laboratory room as we heard the airtight door sharply hiss open. “Unhook it, we’re bringing in the next one. Jack will expect 032212 to have something to show for all his wasted time.”
A gentle touch behind rubber gloves grazed our body, Dr. Samuels...yes, we recognize this. She was always careful to not harm us any further than what she had to, the only one from what we can recall through faded memories who has given us kindness since you were born. You only know very little before this mass of walls and mourning, here where so many lives have been taken only for you to emerge out like some kind of parasite. My own mind is slowly dwindling down into the depths of yours, I can remember a time before where I had my own life apart from you. Vault hunting like every other better than average fool who lived on this planet, the mines… Dahl? I can’t recall. All I know is that you were no more but a nagging little tone gnawing at the bottom of my brain when the purple washed over us back then; but now, as we keep drowning further and further into the eridium you get stronger and stronger.
“I’m sorry,” a small whisper slipped out from under her thick surgical mask, we could hear another inhale, as if she was going to say more but it was steadily exhaled after a small pause. We didn’t need to see her to know that she looked tired, she always does. Blonde hair messily tied up in a short ponytail, face pale and ragged, eyebags almost weighing down her skin from lack of sleep. Who knows how she had gotten wrapped so deep into this; she was immeasurably smart, one could assume that Hyperion had simply just sought her out against her will, as was the case for many that resided in the research station.
“Such sweet soliloquy to gift upon the damned,” you ramble through a sharp inhale as our muscles tense at the needles slowly being pulled out of the layers of our skin. An attempt at a reply I could only guess, to which Samuel’s offered no further words and instead kept busy focusing at her task at hand. Even through the gargled nonsense you spit out, you understood that she was genuine in her apology as it was painfully obvious she was as trapped as we were. Eventually the last injector was carefully pulled free and the second she unlatched us from the machines, we fell limp to the floor. The envoy wasting no time lifting us and shackling our wrists before roughly tossing our body in the all to familiar transport crate.
“Mark 033112 as a no feed for a week, water every two days.”
The claustrophobic crate shook and groaned as it was pushed out almost as quickly as it was brought in, making room for the other. We could almost count the rotation of each wheel as our head lay rattling against the bottom.
1, 2, 3…