Long days and nights passed. And although they put all their efforts into it, nothing seemed to work.
“A cure for sanitation? Ha! Might as well be looking for the cure for a cold.” Octavio commented, discarding yet another tray of goop that was treated on.
“Don’t get your hopes down. We still have a few samples left to work on.” Aster peeked up from the telescope. “We have to keep trying.”
Kama, distressed, looked at the papers scattered on the desk. It didn’t make sense. He tried every formula, every theory he had, testing every hypothesis, and yet nothing - NOTHING - was turning up. He could feel a growing heat in his head, his frustration growing.
“Why did I have to forget THIS of all things....considering it was my life’s work, you’d think I keep this information the safest. I don’t even remember researching or making the goop either.....damn it.”
—
Emmy looked over the shimmering horizon resting between sea and sky, her tentacles blowing in the breeze.
“This beach....why did I come here?”
It was very same beach. The beach she washed up on, met Wayne on, began a new life on. A time where she had no idea who she was, what she was.
Though with every passing day, hour, minute, even a second, her past was coming back to haunt her.
Sure, she still the label of ‘partially-sanitized’, but one might as well say it, plain and simple: she WAS sanitized. A mindless killing machine.
She gazed upon her green-spotted skin, noticing the green blotches growing bigger.
She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut...
And let out a ear-piercing scream.
She had to let it out somehow.
—
“God, I hate this damn laboratory. Had more room in the other one.”
Someone, who had thin strands of hair instead of tentacles, who had small ears, fingernails, everything a person of this time WOULDN’T have trudged through the dark room, huffing as he sat himself down in his swivel chair.
“Those damn sea creatures made it hard to get out of their little museum, but luckily they’re all so dumb.” He chuckled, attempting to power on his ancient computer. He had to bang it a few times, but it eventually flickered on.
“Oh good, my files are still on here. Surprised they didn’t find this place and pick it apart.”
