“I’m quite happy you think it’s convincing!” Bosa was quite happy at that. Even if he still struggled with certain parts, like the face, being told it was convincing was quite the achievement for him.
“I’m guess by..inanimate..it means that ‘black sand’ normally does not move on its own?”
Clarissa smiled a little more, finding the reaction to her observation somewhat endearing. She had to shake her head to clear it and remind herself to stay professional. This is just her job.
”Yes, that is correct.” she answered. ”Inanimate actually means a little more than that. Essentially it means something that is not alive. Like the table or couch in your room are inanimate.” she explained further.
(Hey, just thought I'd let you know; I’m going on a camping trip with my family later today and won't be back until the end of the month. I'll still try to get on and reply when I can, it just won't be very often.)
((Understood! And sorry for the lack of response.))
“Ooh,” he hummed, glancing at the table. He held his gaze on it for a few moments before returning to the one-way window. “So technically, I shouldn’t even be here given my original form is..” Bosa stopped, lifting a singular hand and temporarily allowing it to flow into ‘black sand’ for a few seconds while he spoke. “..inanimate, and from what I can put together, none of this is scientifically possible? I am..a wonder of nature?” He questioned to no one in particular, picking up a phrase he’d heard on the side. From someone in the facility, maybe.
The sand flowing from his hand froze up into a tough material, retreating back to his wrist and reforming itself into a hand again.
(It's ok. I actually just got back from the trip so, no worries.)
Clarissa watched 055’s hand for a moment, completely amazed, and nodded at the response. ”Yes, that's correct. You are a wonder and that's why we find you so fascinating.” she confirmed gently. Admittedly, this was a more delicate topic among some of the other subjects in the lab… though 055 seemed to be taking the information fairly well. ”That’s why you're here… and part of the reason why I was assigned to be your handler. We want to be able to understand you better. And help you understand us as well.”
“That does make sense as to why you want to understand me better, as do I! I would be happy to be able to assist you in this goal to understand me better!” Bosa nodded, raising a finger. “So, what now?”
Perhaps one of the reasons Bosa seemed to take it well is due to his natural curiosity..to learn more. Simply, if he could help others learn more, and get more information in exchange, then that be a dream come true to the anomaly.
Clarissa’s jaw almost dropped in surprise at 055’s willingness and the complete jump to acceptance. Considering how much work it took to capture this subject, she had been expecting more rage… A slower progression through the five steps perhaps… But this reaction was…
”Thank you, Bosa.” she smiled a little, deciding to use the self-given name this time. ”Well, if you want, I suppose we can start with what you remember from before you arrived here.” she suggested. ”Your old home?”
Bosa stayed silent for a few moments upon being asked of his origins. In thought, rather - although some memories seemed to flash in mind. Rocks, underground. They were digging. Shaking his head - only to clear his mind - he glanced up. “To clarify, you want me to describe it, yes?” This time, his voice seemed a bit more serious.
Clarissa nodded, taking note of the change of demeanor. ”Well… Yes, if you can. What it was like; sights, smells, sounds, anything like that.” she clarified. ”Unless it's too painful for you to think about, then we don't have to talk about it right now.”
“Blue. Blue was a colour I saw often, if you could even call it sight back then.” Bosa almost immediately dove into speaking right after she finished. There was no sense of eagerness in his voice, just a total change of feeling around him. “I also saw various shades. Greens, there were some greys and blacks. Earthy colours.”
He paused. “There were a lot of lights. Bright, flashy lights. Probably why I couldn’t see. There was talking often, above ground - I was underground, yes. Each day it became closer and closer - I was investigated by them, a curiosity shared by myself, despite that my abilities were not strong at the time, and I was trapped in some sort of rock.”
“It was humid down there. There was water, sometimes on the ground in puddles, other times dripping from the ceiling. I don’t know how long I was there, but long enough to have built something around me.” He stopped.
“A..a..Facility. Not like this one, though. Much more different. And I don’t remember what happened, but one day, I was able to move. And I..I don’t really remember what else. I don’t remember any smells, I don’t think I’m capable of smelling things even now.”
Clarissa was a little unprepared for 055 to start talking immediately but fortunately, the intercom system also recorded everything as she quickly took down notes. It was… an interesting description. Somewhat vague but more detailed than she expected. Honestly, she wasn't sure what she had been expecting… An underground cavern? Fire and brimstone? Another dimension or even another lab? This was a little puzzling to be honest. Bright flashing lights, puddles, and dripping water? Normally, those things didn't really go together in a safe environment. And then to have a building created around, what was probably his old home.
”I see…” she said. I’ll have to look over the files again. See if there's anything in it about this… she thought doubtful.
Anything in his files would simply say he was found in North-Eastern Russia. It seems that anything in-depth would probably be from Bosa himself..or maybe there was something more, just hidden away?
“Yep!” His tone went back to the more excited one again. “What are we doing now? Any more questions?”
She looked back up at Bosa, a little bewildered by the rapid change of demeanor. To be completely honest, Clarissa still had many questions in response to the information given to her. ”No. I think that's all for today.” she answered before raising a brow slightly. ”Unless you have any questions for me?” she offered. It seemed rude to deny knowledge she had that might interest 055.
“Hmm,” Bosa hums, looking up at the ceiling. “Yes, actually. Do you know when is the next time I will be allowed out of here?” He pauses, then quickly clarifies himself. “Not out of the facility, I mean. It just gets rather boring, having to view the same details for so, so long.“
Clarissa bit her lip at the question. It made logical sense that 055 would ask for some degree of freedom but… ”You mean, just out of your room?” she clarified. ”At the moment, I’m not sure but I can check and let you know when we talk tomorrow.” she comprised, though she thought that there was a… ”medical” appointment coming up soon.
“Yes, that sounds fair!” He nodded, moving back to his couch in the room, and sitting on it. “You are..leaving, now?” Bosa questioned, unsure.
Clarissa looked at the clock and frowned a little. ”I mean… My shift is almost over but… If you want me to stay a little longer and talk, I suppose I could.” she offered. Technically, she had permission to stay as long as she needed to as a handler… She was practically on call if anything happened to 055.
“If you want.” He answered, tilting his head. Bosa was unsure of what else there would be left to speak about right now, but that didn’t mean he would deny more socialization.
”Well… I wouldn't mind staying if you have any more questions you want to ask.” she admitted. ”Otherwise, I should probably leave for the night. But as I said, I’ll be back tomorrow.” Clarissa nodded, more to herself really.
“Ok.” He paused for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, at the lights. Before shaking his head. “No, I don’t have any more questions,” came Bosa’s neutral tone answer.
”Alright, then. I’ll see you tomorrow and we can talk more.” Clarissa said, standing up. ”Maybe I can see about getting you a chance to get some exercise or bring a book for you.” she offered as she realized how boring it was to just sit around in a room like cell all day, the way 055 had been for quite a while.
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“Okay.” As soon as she stood up was when Bosa began to revert back to his natural form. Just as he’d previously taken to. Colour left him and returned to the black colour of, well..black sand. He decided to stay stationary for the time being.
Clarissa watched, fascinated again, as Bosa reverted form. She wrote one last note and turned off the microphone before leaving the room. After she dropped off her paperwork for the day, she picked up the file on 055 and was a little disappointed by the information in it. Most of the file contained facts and theories she already knew but absolutely nothing very helpful about where 055 came from except to say ”Northern Russia”… She let out a sigh as she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to conduct this investigation in a different way.
In Bosa’s ‘natural form’, he remained idle for some time. In thought, though. It didn’t really make sense for a creature such as home to have thoughts to begin with, yet here he was. Previous intelligence tests had given the facility results that Bosa had the ability to reason and solve problems, much to a human like sense of things. Maybe even rivaling it. And there were other tests preformed on him as well. All the results could be found in some of his files.
The reflex test, for example, put up stunning results. Reaction times that could rival humans. Even some forms of precognition were noted upon, but never pried into.
Bosa didn’t know much about the human he’d met, but he hoped to get to know her better. And maybe step out of this cell. He would not complain outwards, of course - but those that passed by his cell and bothered to take a look routinely would notice how low he was getting in terms of activity. To begin with, Bosa was not an active subject, but he was gradually decreasing. Eventually, it may decrease enough to where he’d only move if they were to talk or interact with him.