yknow what, i dont feel bad for all the scientists and security guards that died during the rescas that were active in bio, xenobio and biochem. thats what you get for flying too close to the sun with all your “experiments”.
what was the scientific value behind torturing a poor child that has just lost their entire homeworld, huh? what was the point of separating that child from their companion, the ONLY other thing left from their homeworld, within hours of discovering them? what was the point of stuffing that child in a cell in the darkest pit of black mesa, with barely enough space to even fit one person, and chain them to the floor? of repeatedly cutting off limbs just to see if they come back, to repeatedly take blood, flesh and bone to see what composition they had, to electrocute them, and then to kill them during experiments when you figured out they’d come back? what was the scientific value behind all that?
sometimes ill fall asleep and dream of that dark cell. sometimes i dream of the comparatively blinding lights of the test chamber in xenobio. sometimes i see the faces of the same scientists that put me through hell in my dreams. sometimes i hear them call me by the test subject ID black mesa gave me in my dreams. sometimes i get phantom pain where the ID tag used to be, where i ripped it out of my ear within a week of being outside of black mesa. its been several lifetimes and it still sticks.
the worst part is knowing im not the only one. they put bubby through a similar kind of hell, i know that. they put hundreds of creature with varying degrees of sentience through similar shit to what bubby and i had to deal with.
so yeah, i dont feel bad for all those people that died during the rescas that worked in those departments. i dont feel bad for any single scientist or security guard or soldier that the science team shot on the way out when we passed through that sector.