**Heheh... by me posting up some more of this simply means I have been getting more and more time on the laptop... ah well. Anyway, here are a few more entries for my continuing story.**
Log 1 – 1.78
The subject has been exhibiting unusual behavior ever since we put her in solitary confinement. Her log entries show increased mental stress and her physical progress is deteriorating. If this continues, we may have to temporary resign her neural network. After that, we will have to begin a reconditioning in her structure, making her a more perfect humanoid.
But if that doesn’t work, we will have to permanately shut down her network; ceasing all biological functions. I sincerely hope that we will not have to go that far. Other than her obvious human imperfections, she shows the greatest promise in being able to complete our tests.
Many of the other subjects have failed – they either were unable to complete their tasks, or ceased functioning. This is a very disturbing part of the study.
Things haven’t been going so well lately. Many of my comrades have gone missing after their assignments. I believe them dead, but others refuse this reality. How do I know this? My cell is not so far from the general assignment area, and I can hear them all worrying.
How I wish I could be with them. It’s so lonely here… but I haven’t been all alone lately. Scientists and such have been coming in and examining my room – I guess to make sure my environment is acceptable for a ‘prime’ candidate for their experiments.
Usually the scientists don’t talk to me. I think they are ordered not to. But today one came down and sat down on the floor across from me. He said he was here to talk to me about my feelings. But he was kinda afraid of me, a bit, it seemed. He sat a good 10 – 15 feet away from me. But at least he was here to talk to me.
“Why are you so worried about things?” he asked me.
“I dunno,” I answered. “I hear things that are not the best about this place.” I then thought for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him more. “I have nobody to talk to. Being left alone with my thoughts isn’t exactly a good thing.”
“But I’m talking to you.”
“You’re the first in, what, two months? A year? More? Solitary confinement isn’t good for the mind. If you want me to stay sane, then move me back out there with the others!” I was starting to break. Like I had said, this wasn’t good for a mind. I was a hair away from spilling everything I felt…
“We cannot do that.”
“Why not?”
“Just… we can’t. If we do that, then every other request given to us by other inmates will have to be granted, and ---“
“What, inmate? I’m an inmate?”
“No, I mean test subject… um… no, um…… “ He started to diminish. It seemed that he had different ideas of what we were than what they told us we were. Actually, I don’t really know what we are classified as. Maybe we are really inmates… But that can’t be right. Wouldn’t they be treating us much worse? Or is this just a ‘special’ prison?
More and more is being revealed. But before I could find out more about his opinions on us, he got up and left, red all over his face.
I hope he won’t be killed for this.
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