The Scientific Method
So I wrote a thing. If people like it, I’ll go continue it over on @author-ghostly. Have fun.
“Blood pressure seems to be holding stable…” “What about any of this seems stable to you, Dr. Michaelson!?” “I’m not saying it’s normal, I’m saying that it’s not fluctuating like yesterday,” ‘Dr. Michaelson’ replied. “Pulse is a bit low and thready but it’s to be expected for a creature like this. It’s breathing hasn’t stabilized, however, which worries me.” “The fact Councilman Pierce even authorized this concerns me more.” “Peters, it’s not our job to question what the Council wants.” These people were talking while it wanted to sleep. It needed them to be quiet, it needed to tell them to be quiet. It squeezed its eyes, trying to open them, but it was like lead kept them shut. It was futile. “This thing is half ghost and half human! Imagine if we had done this to an actual person and not some clone!” “You’re in the wrong job if you’re here for ethics, Dr. Peters,” Dr. Michaelson said lowly. “The Council wants a half ghost supersoldier, and that’s what we’re going to give them.” Quiet, quiet, quiet. It felt sparks running up and down its arms, but it couldn’t sense either person moving. There was an annoying beeping next to it as the sparks sizzled. “Temperature 38 degrees and rising, Doctor.” “I can see that, it’s trying to use its powers! I need 20ccs of liquid ectoranium, Dr. Peters!” Ectoranium. Bad. Would hurt. Its eyes flew open, a brilliant gold, and the machines around it exploded in a fantastic show of lights and smoke. But it wasn’t enough. It felt its powers shut down, the electricity it was giving off dulling to a small hum in the back of its head. No, no, that wasn’t right. It squeezed its eyes, trying to will the power back, but nothing came of it. “₦ɆɆĐ ₱Ø₩ɆⱤ₴,” it hissed as it finally sat up, but there were instantly hands on its body. No, no touching. “₴₮Ø₱!” It screeched, throwing its body to the side. One of the doctors stumbled back from the quick movement, but there was a swsssh sound and there were more hands. “ⱠɆ₮ ₲Ø!” It thrashed as it felt something sharp in its arm. As its eyes opened, the room spun. The hands pushed it back down into a lying position. Not good. Need to get up. Need to get out. “ⱠɆ₮ ₲Ø,” it tried again, but no one would listen to its words of static. “ⱠɆ₮ ₲Ø…” it mumbled as darkness took over its mind. “Experiment S-99 is destabilizing, Dr. Michaelson!” Dr. Peters shouted. How could it still hear? “Let it. We need to fix the loyalty program for S-100.” It knew no more.
