forum Subject 0018 (futuristic/sci-fi/kinda fantasy-ish) - ONE PERSON NEEDED

Started July 22, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

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(Okee)
Lyturve walked into the lab, where the other scientists were waiting. Xe walked over to the observation screen, which displayed the test subjects in a containment room, laying unconscious medical beds. "Subjects are prepped for further experimenting."

The doors to the lab slammed open with a loud bang. Tarra has been waiting for good news for a while. Everything has been taking to long and she was growing impatient. The sound of her heels clicked as she walked across the floor to the scientists and the large. "Give me updates and they better be good!" Her voice was filled with power. This process has taken to long for her liking and any test subjects have died during the past few months. The people in charge of gathering more subjects were fired for picking weaklings, Tarra decided it was time for her to go out and find some.

Lyturve suppressed a sigh. "We have only just begun finished for further testing, ma'am. The subjects vital readings are stable, and they are fully prepped for the next procedure."
(I gtg to for the night dammit. See y'all later)

The screen was the only thing she was looking at. She watched the moments, the breathing, everything of her new creations. "They are going to be the perfect soldier's," A smile creeped on her face. I'm doing it, I'm surpassing my Father! The feeling of accomplishment filled her up. The lights were dim and paper work was everywhere. This place was a mess, can't they keep organized? "Call me immediately if they is any news. Tarra spun around on her toes and walked towards the door with. "It better work this time," She mumbled while shutting the door behind her.

Sloan dropped the book he was reading onto the floor beside him. That's the twenty-fifth. He sighed. The scientists had treated him fairly nice, bringing him books as 'presents' after big tests that needed him in recovery. Though he wished they'd look at him like an actual human being. He glanced at the contact lens case on his plastic bedside table.
Not today.
(hey, so i might be gone for a while if I don't reply by Sunday. If I don't then just pretend I'm somewhere else or gone)

Aramis sighed as she was strapped to the table, again. She was used to this, being treated like an animal, a thing. She closed her eyes and waited for the needles and the pain. She clenched her jaw, ready for the shock that was coming. When it did, she tried to compress her scream but failed, miserably.

Jonathan walked into his lab, calmly ignoring the screams he could hear from the experiments. It was always the same. They struggled and fought back, before giving in. Then they'd either panic or go into a passive state of rebellion, and the process would start over. It sometimes got tiring, but he always had enough paperwork to focus on when it got like that.

Cressida sat in her cell, staring into space. She glanced at the tattoo on her arm that read '0021' and frowned.

Armais frowned and sat in the corner of her room, trying to stop herself shaking. She sighed and decided to stretch her back out

((Doesn’t bother me

Cressida stood up and walked over to the door of her cell. She kicked at the hinges of the door.

The door didn't budge. She kicked it again.

Jonathan stood up, a scowl on his face. He banged once on the door. "Stop doing that." He hissed.

Cressida smirks. "Or what?"

((Dig dick energy