Novel & Cerita What Happened To Lab Rats: Elite Force

The one who has been screaming, uttered with a wide gaze, drawing closer to the bar. I stared at both women, noticing how filthy they looked in their ragged clothes. Even their cell was messy, like it has never been cleaned in a long time. This shows that Jeremy stayed true to his words. He didn't just keep these lab rats away from his experiments, but abandoned them to face their problems by themselves. They're miserable. "You're that crazy Alpha's doll," The second pointed, tossing her vibrator aside, and pulling herself closer to the bar. "Tell us... Did they get the drugs? Is the cure ready? Will the Alpha set us free?" She asked, scratching her body.

“Ellie, inside the testing facility they spent years doing breeding experiments to make more of us but it never happened. They kept coming up with new drugs to make it possible for us to be fertile but they always failed. By the time they believed they had found a way around all the changes they’d made to our bodies with the DNA they added, we were rescued before they could test them out. The drugs they gave us have worn off. We will die out as a race when old age claims the last New Species that Mercile created.” The reminder of what had been done to them haunted her. She had no words of comfort to give him. Fury sat up suddenly. “Let’s shower. I’m starving and what you cooked for dinner sm

He did not limp. "Most of those untested drugs they used on us were very hard and deadly to the wolf but because those drugs get the job done, those humans did not care about the consequences...the excruciating pain. It only angered those humans that their lab rats are dying off, not that they are actually killing beings with feelings. They drugged me up more than the others, so why am I not dying? Those were their baffling questions." Ismena stood up too but she didn't move with him. Instead, she wrapped her hands around her suddenly chilled arms and rubbed vigorously.

"Seriously? That's, uh, not so good?" "J, you are correct. That's bad!" Ryan replied with a sigh once more. "How many times can we take this stuff and not fry our brains or cook our blood? I mean, there is always a side effect, right?" "I don't know. They… I mean, the military did some testing a while back. " "And? They pulled some homeless guy off the street to test?" "No...Janet!" Ryan shouted. "We did." "What?" "I mean the rest of our former classmates from five years ago; I mean the rest of us were the lab rats for the experiment. Remember? We are the only ones who have managed to survive. It's just the two of us right now."

A small, cruel smile touched his lips—a smile Leo had seen a thousand times in the mirror during his days at the Thorne Foundation. "Mother. Father," Elian said, his voice echoing with a thousand overlapping tones of the Thorne ancestors. "The experiment is over. The 'Actual' world has been judged... and it is Inefficient." Outside, the Elite survivors and the settlers alike fell to their knees as their neural links—thought to be dead—reconnected to a new, singular authority.

The air pulsated with the scent of fur and blood, an olfactory battleground where survival teetered on the edge of chaos. The encounter unfolded in a crescendo of ferocity, each movement etched in the shadows of the sewer's forgotten corridors. Finally, with a powerful swipe, I incapacitated the alpha rat, its form crumpling to the ground. The remaining horde, momentarily subdued, retreated into the gloom, their haunting squeaks fading into the depths.

There weren’t any drunken brawls like I was used to, but instead secrets were spilled, and opinions were much more easily given. What information I gleaned about EleaCorp, the laboratory that employed nearly one hundred scientists dedicated to the issue of the rogue gene, was downright inspiring. A few of those scientists were here today, trading lab coats and goggles for gowns and tuxedos. Unsurprisingly, they were the least intoxicated of the bunch.

He hesitated like a man on a high ledge. “Not just that. You control it. Direct it. You become like a gun with a brain.” I laughed once. It was a short ugly sound. “That’s cool with me,” I said. “I can live with that.” “Stop it! They tested it on you like you were a white rat in a lab,” he said. I stared at him. “Marconi used me for a guinea pig, huh?” I asked. “Yeah,” Elky said. The café window threw us back at ourselves. Two people who looked normal enough to get away with murder. Which was convenient under the circumstances.

"We found these in the ship's internal archive. They aren't alien. They're stamped with the University’s seal from the year of the Disconnect." ​I knelt and picked up a plate. It was a list of names—every founding member of the current labor crews. Beside each name was a series of 'stress-tolerance' ratings and 'conversion-probability' stats. ​"They knew exactly who would survive the industrial shift," Harl growled, his voice vibrating with a dangerous edge. "They didn't save us from the Sovereignty. They curated us. They chose who would be the 'hammers' and who would be the 'dross.' Were you part of the selection, Elara? Or were you just the most successful specimen?"

The funnel went into rapid fire mode, launching freezing rounds everywhere. The purple Death Laser extended dozens of meters forward, instantly clearing a straight path through the rats. Victor's massacre snapped the mechanical rats and elephants back to their senses like a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads. The mutated mechanical rats could clearly sense the murderous intent radiating from Victor. They instantly became terrified. The elephant herd also calmed down. The mutated mechanical rats turned and fled, but the ordinary mechanical rats kept charging forward, still controlled by their instincts. The elephant herd didn't run away. They were still looking for a chance t