Inanimate Insanity Experiment 21 Novels & Stories

She really held contempt against Ian's haughty attitude, whether toward herself or Frank. "Let's see if this survives this first." Ian shrugged, not worried about Sue's challenge—he had no hopes for this experiment like the rest of the bigwigs. Regeneration sounded like the fantasy it was from the get-go, and he would certainly like to see what Igor could do against that! That was when the red light outside the lab lit up, signaling the start of the experiment. Everyone turned to look, fully focused as Frank was inserted into a see-through glass box. He was covered in needles, which were injecting him with fluids of weird colors.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

With every disturbance, there is a new nightmare. Her eyes open and dart to the clock. It's two-thirty in the morning. Outside someone falls over the dustbins, sending the metal lid clattering to the sidewalk. She wanted to wash her brain in cold water, and chill the whole thing right out but she can't, but something was disturbing her mind badly, the injection. As far she knows from reading the file Jimin had given her, the injection was containing sedatives so they could control the moody acts of the prisoner.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

he slaps at what looks like a journal of some kind, "on 'failed transformations' and 'tests.'" I take the journal from his hand. The handwriting isn't too legible but I can make out enough of the words. "Experiment 102: failure. Genome successfully wiped, new installation unviable. Alive." I skip back several pages. "Experiment 86: failure. Seizure mid genome wipe. Fatality." The rest of the pages continued on like this. Failure after failure. I've fought these 'experiments' and I feel like not much about them were failures. Sure, they look hideous but if all he's going for is greater strength, then surely they aren't all failures.

Mom standing over me with a clipboard, her face completely calm while seven-year-old me screamed. I dropped that one and took another photo. I was locked in a dark room. The caption read: "Isolation conditioning, Day 4. Subject showing expected behavioral modification." Another. Me and Garrett side by side, but Garrett looked normal, healthy. I looked hollow and dead inside. The caption: "Twin comparison study. Aggression enhancement vs. empathy preservation." "Oh my God," Serena whispered, looking over my shoulder. "She experimented on both of you." I turned to another page. My mother's notes, clinical and cold.

She beginning to feel insanity after 8 hours being in this silent room, She fell asleep and woke up again 4 hours passed making 10 hours of confinement in this room. She doesn't want to go crazy or even blind she felt her eyes shifting with different rays, and she caught herself counting unrealistic stuffs, She goes insane for some seconds and snap to her right senses so quickly, that she bit her arm so hard and she finally saw color, her blood. She smiled as she stained the bed sheets with her blood, she must remain sane, "But why the heck are you not letting me out !" She yelled so loudly, as she ran towards the wall and hitting till her hands hit the door knob,

The room around him felt impossibly quiet. On the screen, the final frame remained frozen. A blurred image of the lab. Smoke is spreading through the hallway. Edward Blackwood is standing beside the glass chamber. And the sleeping infant inside. Silas. Damian stared at the screen for several long seconds. Because the video had confirmed something terrifying. Silas wasn’t just connected to the experiment. He was the final result. The success. Which meant the fire that destroyed the lab might not have been meant to erase the research. It might have been meant to erase the evidence that the experiment had worked.

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

I nod in response and I start with the presentation while showing videos of my experiments. “What made you choose to research this vampire disorder?” Professor Malino asks after the presentation. “Well, I...” I trail off. Another video starts playing on screen, and I turn. What in the world? I press the remote while panicking, but the video doesn’t pause, and I look behind me to find everyone’s attention on the video. I sigh, and decide to give up and let them watch. **** Note: VMP is a fictional illness.