Lab Rats Principal Novels & Stories

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.

Cairo hadn’t been Sean’s choice. FLASHBACK — MESSARA LAB, 1943 — NIGHT A stripped-down lab, crates stacked for retreat. A German doctor in a stained coat stood over a strapped Greek teenager. “Extraction,” he murmured for the log. “No anesthetic.” The boy screamed; orderlies held him. Vials clinked. A second table. A sobbing girl dragged into restraints, then stilled with the butt of a rifle. The doctor’s glare cut the guard to size. “You damage my subject, you answer to me.” Mixtures prepared, syringes loaded, notes scratched in a hand too calm for the room. Down in the catacomb, another body joined the heap. The silence learned to hold all of it.

"The Academy doesn't reward 'unexpected interactions.' We reward mastery. If this draft is functional, you pass. If not, you're in detention until the Masquerade." He dipped the pipette into the purple swirling void, drawing out a single, glowing drop. "The test subject," Thorne barked, gesturing to the cage of lab rats at the end of the bench. He selected a standard, white-furred rodent - Subject 42 - and deposited the drop onto its tongue. The reaction was instantaneous.

he commented before leaving the class I decided to go home to conclude my 3rd week of research . My subject for this experiment was a rat, which had been carefully monitored and treated with a specific antibiotic regimen over the past few months. Today's observation would be critical in determining the success of the treatment. I got to my locker and dropped my books, leaving my locker, my steps were interrupted by a familiar voice “Hi Roby” Rosaline greeted, placing her hand on my arm. “Move your hand if you won't want to lose them” I threatened calmly, making her to quickly pull her hand

Moreover, many have researched using animals such as rats or mice, rabbits and guinea pigs. In the laboratory the animals are divided into several rooms. There were ten chambers within which were divided into research groups. The key has also been held by each group which will usually be duplicated if a new group enters. Jayden happened to have gotten the key in room 1 from one of his seniors who had finished research a few days ago. The cages were his former seniors who were handed down to Jayden. All he has to do is fill the cage with sawdust as a base. Also complete with animal drinking bottles.

A proper investigation needs to happen so that we can find out if there are more rats hiding in the shadows. “I’ve brought you some food, Hima. You should eat first. You’ve been working really hard for the past 4 hours now.” Prince Shiro walked into the lab carrying a tray of food. I wasn’t in the mood to eat yet since I’ve been really focused on the recreation of the medicine however, I knew I needed to fill my stomach up. I didn’t eat breakfast and it would be bad if I skipped lunch as well. I can’t become sick during this time.

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

“Fuck. Are there investment slots?” Nathaniel chuckled quietly, clearly amused, as he guided her deeper into the lab. They stopped at the animal testing section, where rows of glass cages lined the wall. Inside them, laboratory rats lay under observation. Cassie’s smile faded instantly. Their tiny bodies trembled. Legs stiff. Movements limited. The paralysis was unmistakable. Nathaniel’s voice remained calm, precise, almost surgical. “This is where it begins.” A small group of professionals gathered around them, their attention snapping fully to Nathaniel as he made introductions. “This is Robert Gath,” he said. “Head of research.”

My throat was totally closed and dry. - Huh. Bold question, Pinky. But, since you're asking... I WAS thinking that this circuit here is simply beautiful. - He made a painful pause. - Modesty aside, of course. But now, with you here, and panting, I AM thinking it would be considerate from me to tell you it is not adviseable to run on the labs. Ignore. - Why… did you do it? A frustrated sigh left his lungs. - More specific, Pinky. Why did I do what? As gifted as I am, I don't read minds yet. -

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."