The Final Experiment 소설 & 이야기

But would they understand what he had done…or to be more exact what he had become? The loud humming of the centrifuge began to slow until finally it came to a halt. The light that was situated just below the lid blinked a dark red with the word FINISHED on it. The hooded man knew that this was the moment. His final stage of the research that would transform the future, that would ensure that the person that he adored the most would stop being hunted down to be used by all. As he got up a trembling sensation shot through his limbs,

"She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…" [The End]

I stared at it for a long moment. Then I understood the truth. We had spent all this time trying to determine what the system was. But the system had been asking a different question. Not: What are humans? Not: What will humans do? But: What happens when humans realize they are part of the experiment? And now— we were finally about to find out.

The experiments went on for seven months and by the end, over ninety percent of the weak bloods were dead, their decaying bodies scattered across the ground like a macabre carpet. My mother’s attention had shifted entirely from the celestial child to Ezra. Perhaps the child had died or killed or taken out of the experiment. I couldn’t tell because he never showed up again in the memories. Ezra resorted to stealing food from the other groups at night. But even that supply eventually ran out, and soon, famine spread like plague, claiming more lives.

*Vicky* I couldn't believe my eyes. The diary clearly recorded the process of the experiment done back then. I read every line of words on it attentively. "We conducted experiments on the experimental subjects with a variety of drug combinations. The vast majority of reagents caused the direct death of the subjects. Only reagent No. 69 worked. The toxins in the blood of the subject were finally removed after repeated injections, and the subject was restored to its human identity. After follow-up investigations for half a year, the subject's mental condition was normal, and he was well integrated into society. This was really an exciting moment. After centuries of exploration, our research fi

She said to his face. Don stood up from his seat and told her "Come with me. I want to show you something" Evelyn followed after him to the part of the facility where tests were conducted. The laboratory had a lot of medical equipment for extraction and modifications of blood. "What are we doing here?" She asked Don answered her "Don't panic" he pressed a button and an opening in the wall appeared. There was a secret observatory room in the lab, where most of the final experiments were carried out.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sarah." She sits back, throwing the logbook back at me. "Experiment 487. Check his vitals so we can begin working on him." I have a bit of a struggle catching the book and after it dances precariously on my open palms, it lands on the floor. The picture staring back at me is his. 'Experiment 487.' The organization's latest conquest. The Alpha king himself, Malcolm Blaine.

cycle. In the end, I didn't manage to deliver supper to Noah. Just as I was about to go home. I had received a call from the lab. I had no choice but to rush to the lab and ended up staying there. … The day of my experiment's success came abruptly. It had started like any ordinary day. Over the past year, my research team and I had reached the final step of our experiment numerous times. However, we kept failing before we reached the end. Hence, this time, we approached it indifferently, without any excitement or anticipation.

command given physical form. It didn't speak in code. It spoke in a frequency that bypassed the ears and went straight to the bone. "THE ANOMALY WILL BE PURGED. THE BIO-MATTER WILL BE RECYCLED. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED." The Last Stand of the Meat. . . .

It revealed. Another layer. Deeper than anything Ariana had accessed before. Raw. Unfiltered. Hidden. A lab. Older than all the others. Primitive. And inside it— A man strapped to a chair. Screaming. The man standing before her now. Ariana’s breath caught. “That’s you…” He nodded once. “Yes.” Daniel shook his head. “That experiment was terminated.” The man looked at him calmly. “No, Daniel.” His voice dropped. “It was contained.”