Inanimate Insanity Experiment 21 Novels & Stories

The wind howled harder against the cabin windows, but inside the silence felt even colder. Isolde sat at the dining table, laptop open, her knuckles white around the edge of a ceramic mug she hadn’t touched. Dorian stood behind her, arms folded, eyes locked on the screen. On it: a pixelated copy of a twelve-year-old clearance log. KAIROS-EX Facility: [REDACTED] – Buckinghamshire Date: 06/14 Subject Type: Adolescent – Trauma Group Delta Behavioral Trial: Mirror Conditioning – Phase II Lead Researcher: M. Glass

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

His growth sprout seemed to increase out of proportion and his body didn't seem like he could handle it, he continued to roar and howl in pain, his mismatched eyes rolled to the back of his head as he trembled tremendously. “He's having a heart attack,” the doctor noted loudly as he saw the horrific scene before him and within seconds everywhere became still. The room became silent save for Bailey's heaves as he bursted out of the white room. George walked over and picked up his clipboard, “Experiment 1, failed, time of death, 12:23.” King William stared at the disheveled ridiculously large monster in the white room as he slowly bled out, trickling slowly from his eyes, nostrils, lips as wel

Ian injected an amber liquid into Jack’s veins on his right hand as he spoke- “Injecting 100ml initial dose of TS215 at 11:00 hours Side note – Test subject- Commando roll call 42; well built, no known allergies, no history of drug abuse, previously tested mental fortitude to withstand extreme stress. Laboratory observation of TS215- stable, interacting with human cells; TS215 when used in conjunction with hypnotherapy stimulate the nervous system to place the subject’s subconscious in a safe, trustworthy environment to recite information embedded in the subjects subconscious and conscious mind. Drawbacks include – requirement for additional dosage and lack of data on volatility of the subst

One of the entries near the back of the file caught my eye. (Subject 19 has shown increased aggression and instability. The modifications to the central nervous system have resulted in heightened combat abilities, but the side effects are severe. Subject 19 became violent during the last trial, attacking several staff members before being sedated. It is clear that further testing is required, but the project is running out of time. The atmospheric conditions have become unstable, and the higher-ups are pushing for results. We must proceed, even if it means taking risks.) I dropped the file like it was on fire, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill hospital. The

The footage continued—outlines of the test subjects, the symptoms, the breakdown, failures, escapes. I paused the video, bile rising in my throat. I remembered this part now. Remembered the serum they’d forced into Subject 27’s spine, how he’d convulsed and screamed until his heart exploded. Damian had called it progress. I called it murder and now the world knew but it wouldn’t be enough, not yet. I needed to end the man himself. The drone feed flickered. New movement. A single figure, separate from the others. Dark coat. Deliberate steps. Moving toward the tree line.

Still wet. I felt my stomach twist. I reached for the nearest journal. The leather binding cracked under my fingers. When I opened it, dust spilled out like sand from a broken hourglass. The handwriting inside was careful. Elegant. The kind of script taught in noble houses. But the words twisted my gut. "Failed experiment. Fire gland extracted from Subject 12 caused immediate combustion. Recommend younger specimens for future attempts." “Subject unstable after third transfusion. Termination required." "No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.”

“Fascinating. Even partial stabilizer exposure imprints recognition. It wants you. It needs you.” Lena’s voice cracked. “TURN IT OFF!” Kass shrugged. “Can’t. It’s awake now.” The prototype reached the glass wall. Its hand slammed into it— a loud, echoing crack. Lena screamed. The glass trembled. Cracks spread. The prototype pressed its face against it, growling low. “…mine…” Kass typed calmly. “03 shows promising fixation. If it survives this stage, we proceed to Neural Phase Two.” Lena felt cold terror rush through her spine.

It had a sleek, metallic body and a single, glowing red lens for an eye. A **Drone**. It was watching us. It moved its head in a series of sharp, mechanical jerks, scanning the faces of the sleeping survivors. When the red lens passed over me, it stopped. A faint, electronic voice whispered from the drone. It was so quiet I almost thought I was dreaming. *"Subject 01 identified. Resonance at 12%. The 'Independence' experiment is proceeding to Phase 2."* I felt a cold horror wash over me.

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.