Lab Rats: Spike Novels & Stories

… Spike listened to it over and over again. He seemed to be full of anticipation. ‘Mommy’s voice is so lovely. ‘She must be especially pretty. ‘I want to see Mommy.’ As he thought about it, he remembered what Rory said yesterday. He could not see his mom, and his appearance would only make her sad. Spike held the phone and sniffled. ‘Mommy…’ He mouthed. … Richworth. After two days, Mable finally developed the antidote for Vortex using the A117 reagent.

I assured him. Lancel offered me a single nod, and then I walked down the hall until I reached Spike’s cell. Spike seemed exceptionally focused today. His dark eyes were narrowed behind his safety goggles, and his gaze was hyper-focused on the beaker in front of him. I tried to tread lightly to not disturb him, but when I approached the bars of his cell to see what he was doing, the man let out a huff and cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry,” I apologized quickly.

Leighton explained from the side, “I think there’s some kind of soundwaves targeted at large fish to prevent fish from attacking the research base. They can prevent fish from approaching within a set range. When they need to conduct experiments, they’ll emit another kind of soundwave that attracts the fish to approach. Sebastian is very familiar with these things. Many secret labs from various countries in the world also attract creatures this way.” Nicole nodded. She did not understand much about these things, and she could not intuitively judge whether it was cruel or not. Technological progress required constant experimentation, which required countless failures and sacrifices, be it huma

Alex asked. "Yep, that's him." "Older or younger?" "Younger." "Really? He's bigger than you." Jack looked hurt. "Not that much bigger." The doors opened to the lab and Ellie poked her head through. "It's about time you guys got here. I have to show you the spikes." Jack and Alex exchanged confused looks. Ellie waved them in. "From the Link. It's awesome." Alex took a seat on the patient bed next to the monitors. "Using the data from this thing?" She tapped her temple indicating the white electrode stuck to her head.

It led not up, but down, deep into the building’s bowels. The lower level was a revelation. It was the building’s skeleton, damp concrete, snaking pipes, the groan of distant machinery, but it had been modified. New conduits ran along the ceiling. Small cameras, their red LEDs like watching insect eyes, tracked their progress from corners. As they moved down a narrow corridor, a calm, digital voice issued from a hidden speaker. “Variable pair demonstrates cohesive movement. Stress response elevated. Proceed to evaluation chamber one.” They were rats in a maze, and the scientist was narrating their run.

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.

His team of scientists in DRI has been studying the actions of sleepwalkers, or putting recording devices in people's rooms and catching the utterances they make during sleep, talking and analyzing the language of that. Neuroimaging studies of rats with electrodes have been important. Some of the first research on memory consolidation and dreams comes from rat subjects. Building off that, other scientists ran an experiment where they released rats into a maze. The rats would run around as assigned with no goal for any area. If the experts gave them favorable stimulation while the rats were replaying a certain part of the maze during sleep, when the rat wakes up, they gravitate more toward th

Turned out he was keeping his beloved company. Melissa blushed, and everyone laughed. In the next round, he chose to do a dare. Pierce hollered, "Kiss! It's got to be a French kiss!" The video focused on their lips. I could see spit glimmering while they moved against each other. They kissed for five minutes. Initially, the crowd cheered. However, they soon held Howard back, terrified that he'd cross a line in his excitable state. "Howard, don't take it too far. Even if you like Lizzy, there's no need to behave like this, right? The rest of us are single. Stop subjecting us to this torture!"

First: general cognitive prompts. Stable. Second: border checkpoint audio playback. Minor spike. Expected. “Now council identifiers,” the doctor said quietly. The screen shifted. A recorded voice spoke a council member’s name. Linda’s neural activity jumped. Sharp. Her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest. “Spike,” the technician confirmed. “Again,” the doctor ordered. Another name. Another spike. “Clearance codes,” the doctor said. A sequence of authorisation numbers played. The spike intensified.

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. -