Lab Rats Principal Novels & Stories

Afterwards, we followed the chairman from behind out of the house. "Ronald, we're just at the beginning of Freza Road," the chairman said to his other driver, whom I had just seen now. Maybe Janus is off duty, which is why he's not the one driving for the chairman now. By the way, Freza Road is the road to the main laboratory, but the chairman doesn't let anyone know about it except us just for additional safety measures.

Just like you mentioned yourself, we use rats and do not really bother if they live or die in the process, that is because aside from the fact that they can reproduce rapidly, their small size, ease of maintenance, short life cycle, and abundant genetic resources. But most of all is because it is due to their anatomical, physiological, and genetic similarity to humans. And aside from being the a major source of food for many predators and scavengers, including hawks, fox, bobcats, and even wolves are not even useful in the ecosystem so they become useful to the medical studies, but may I remind you that this case with Marco is different-”

"If you don't feed them soon, they're going to die!" It was only then that Jennifer remembered that it had been two days since she last fed her lab rats. This was a long experiment. If her lab rats died, she would have to start all over again. However, Laura had just warned her not to leave the house. Even worse, the laboratory was at Haven University. Jennifer softened her voice. "Can you help me feed them, please?" she pleaded. "Their food is in the drawer of my table." Quincy snorted and rejected her immediately. "Are you kidding? You're asking me for help? I'm already doing you a favor by reminding you of them. They're your lab rats. I couldn't care less if they died. Your thesis, your p

The laboratory offered a specific, predictable sanctuary at five in the morning. The ambient hum of the sequencers provided a steady baseline, a frequency Elara had tuned her internal rhythm to over the last fourteen months. For six weeks, the primary bench had been dedicated to the new compound. It was basic research. Axon guidance gradients and neural pathway formation in early developmental stages. It had nothing to do with the Aethelgard Formula, nothing to do with Alexander's cognitive enhancements, and nothing to do with the Syndicate's leverage compounds. It was a question she was asking simply because the structural problem was elegant and the answer was worth finding.

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything

Leon, who had been quiet, was already suited up in gloves, getting down to the nitty-gritty of dissecting the mice. The others pitched in to help. As key players on the experiment team, they had more than just Helma's trust—they had the chops to back it up. They cranked out the autopsy data in no time flat. The verdict was in: the lab rat had kicked the bucket due to a nasty Glacier flare-up.

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.”

I liked that Nancy had carefully differentiated the two, so at least I could know where the fault was coming from. I went to one of the lab subjects we have in the hospital, which so happened to be in the storage room but behind a door. I opened the door and brought out a cage containing a rat. We have plenty of them for newbie doctors who want to do experiments first before jumping right into surgery. “Are you going to just pop the pill into its mouth like that?” Nancy asked, worried. “It’s risky if you pop a pill into a lab rat just like that,” the doctor warned.

After all, no one had seen the chief's face, and nobody knew what she looked like. Thus, in a way, the rumors had some foundation. People who had seen the true face of the chief were silenced, which was why nobody had seen her. So, Rodge's misunderstanding was somewhat understandable. Arbotte Laboratory originally had only three members, with the most important one being the current chief, Catherine. The other two were geniuses in the fields of physics and biology. Later, these two became the leaders of their respective teams within the lab, guiding a group of talented individuals to continue their research and expand the laboratory's influence.

The two women reluctantly agreed. Number one lab was a huge windowless room. All the spaces and three room length benches were taken up by literally hundreds of cages of all types – some of a sealed-glass construction with their own private air-conditioning and filtration units, but most of the standard open mesh type. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, mostly small, red and beady, turned to stare at us as we entered. There must have been between fifteen hundred and two thousand animals in that room altogether – mostly mice, ninety per cent of them mice, I should have guessed, but also about a hundred rabbits and the same of guinea pigs. From what I could see they all seemed in good health.