hi would you like to join my experimental trials? we are a very nice company :) i am a good doctor btw not evil
like she hasn’t heard that before.
rosemary doesn’t believe in ethical corporations—never has. "nice" is just a word people use when they want something, when they have nothing real to offer, when they had nothing better to say. still, she took the business card when it appears as if by sleight of hand between his thumb and forefinger, if only to humor him.
your world, our business. murkoff corporation.
her eyes flicked over the print, unimpressed, before lifting back to the doctor, professor, whomever he is—cool, measuring.
"why would i want to join your… trials?" rose asked, one pale brow arching in quiet suspicion. "what exactly are you testing?"
she didn’t bother adding the obvious: that even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. not with the kind of attention she garners—her mother, along with half the world's government, would probably forbid her. never mind all of the invisible chains and locks wrapped tight around her existence. not with a body that didn’t quite qualify as human.
outlier data. unusable. unwelcome.
"whatever it is you're looking for, i don't think i can help you."
for @drtri4ls.
