continuation of @augurdivinusâ poor life decisions
The swirling white eyespots shifted every so slightly to gaze at the aloft syringe, the skin around its petal like mouth rippling while it considered the manâs flowery excuse. M had no intention of allowing a stranger to draw mimicked blood that would revert to Typhon cells the moment contact was broken although the sight brought back memories.
No, not memories per say. Memories required an âIâ, an internal position from which to consider the immediate and far flung past. A collection of stimuli of its capture, the injections of Morganâs cultured neurons could be called forth but it was more like watching a slideshow than remembering. A blessing in disguise considering how utterly painful the procedure has been, the amount of rejections.
Mâs grip tightened. It was done being a guinea pig.
âNo deal. You can fin another test subject.â Its hand shot out to seize Microlashâs wrist, to squeeze until the pressure either caused fracture or forced him to drop the instrument.
