Romans & histoires Experimental Novel

Is the money and funding over now? "First, I did it as an experiment, I'm a doctor Melody, curing a rogue has never happened before," he says, my ears and tail dropped, does that mean I'm a freak? "Hey, little miracle, keep your head up," he says, caressing my face, wiping away a stray tear that has dropped down my face. "I'm an experiment?" I ask him, more tears going down my face.

EZEKIEL’S POV “AGHHH!” I crush the small test tube in my hand in anger. That was the latest experiment and still nothing! Glassware clatter together when I slam my hand on the table. I’ve tried every mixture I could possibly think of and yet, this injury is not something Alchemy can heal. “Awwn… poor beasty.” Noroya’s annoying voice echoes in my underground laboratory. It’s no use thinking about how she got here. It’s probably one of her puppets again.

You know, the purpose of a shower. And while I got myself clean, I forced myself to face the facts: I’d definitely experienced a change in myself as a result of the experiment, but it wasn’t the change I’d wanted and hoped for. Okay, research could be like that. You had to follow it where the evidence led, rather than the other way around. And I had results, both my subjective personal observations and the much more reliable evidence of the production of alternatively spliced RNA in my cells. So now I needed another, slightly different experimental model. A variation, a control. Now that I knew I could stimulate my dormant genes, and what happened when I applied one set of inputs, I could ad

It was a cheap play considering what his GIFT was. Every experimental subject had a different GIFT. Unlike Shadow who had numerous GIFT, the normal experimental subject had only one major GIFT. For Grey, his GIFT was Breathe. For Brown, it was Density Manipulation. Therefore, the trial on this floor was perfect for him. Standing in the darkness, in the middle pathway, he raised his left hand. Extreme Density! Extreme density was the heaviest weight onto the part he desired, For now, he placed the heaviest weight on his entire left side.

You don’t interrupt something while it’s still producing information. There was another designation tied to that impression, earlier but less stable. It was used as a caution, a version that reacted too strongly once removed from controlled conditions. Experiment V with no name attached and just the implication of failure that didn’t quite qualify as one. Something survived and it didn’t come back the same.

Wililiam pulled up a neural activity chart. "This was reconstructed from residual brainwave data. The victims' actual time of death came well before Mr. Rivera acted. To be precise, brain function had already stopped several hours before the banquet began." "What?" "That's impossible!" "Then what about the footage…" "Order!" The judge struck the gavel, though his hand shook slightly. William continued, steady but grim. "As for what we're seeing when Mr. Rivera intervened, our working theory is that the bodies were already dead. Residual activity from the cortical parasite maintained a minimal level of physical function. Once external force was applied, that activity shut down completely.

I said, “every experiment in this lab gets tested on you first. Before any volunteer. Before any animal trial. You.” I leaned close. “You are my lab rat now.”

replied Lankko while Enzir sniffed the air and traced the smell to the liquid dripping onto the drinking glass. "You should use appropriate vessels for your experiments," said Jad Enzir. "I'd like to witness your animal trials. When are you going to do that?" Lankko went to another set-up of glass vessels and tubes and opened a stopper to let some of the glowing blue liquid drip from a round flask to a waiting glass vessel.

*Vicky* I couldn't believe my eyes. The diary clearly recorded the process of the experiment done back then. I read every line of words on it attentively. "We conducted experiments on the experimental subjects with a variety of drug combinations. The vast majority of reagents caused the direct death of the subjects. Only reagent No. 69 worked. The toxins in the blood of the subject were finally removed after repeated injections, and the subject was restored to its human identity. After follow-up investigations for half a year, the subject's mental condition was normal, and he was well integrated into society. This was really an exciting moment. After centuries of exploration, our research fi

Smart. We didn’t talk much as he drove. I stared out the window, mind racing. What exactly had my mother gotten herself into? Why would they care about my son now, after all these years? I broke the silence. “What was the experiment? The one my mother was part of?” Davis tightened his grip on the wheel. “From what I heard, it started as a treatment for early-onset neurodegenerative diseases. Alzheimer’s, Huntington’s. But it evolved into something more something they said could enhance neural development in utero. Highly experimental. Ethically... murky.”