The Scientific Method
So I wrote a thing. If people like it, Iāll go continue it over on @author-ghostly. Have fun.
āBlood pressure seems to be holding stableā¦ā āWhat about any of this seems stable to you, Dr. Michaelson!?ā āIām not saying itās normal, Iām saying that itās not fluctuating like yesterday,ā āDr. Michaelsonā replied. āPulse is a bit low and thready but itās to be expected for a creature like this. Itās breathing hasnāt stabilized, however, which worries me.ā āThe fact Councilman Pierce even authorized this concerns me more.ā āPeters, itās not our job to question what the Council wants.ā These people were talking while it wanted to sleep. It needed them to be quiet, it needed to tell them to be quiet. It squeezed its eyes, trying to open them, but it was like lead kept them shut. It was futile. āThis thing is half ghost and half human! Imagine if we had done this to an actual person and not some clone!ā āYouāre in the wrong job if youāre here for ethics, Dr. Peters,ā Dr. Michaelson said lowly. āThe Council wants a half ghost supersoldier, and thatās what weāre going to give them.ā Quiet, quiet, quiet. It felt sparks running up and down its arms, but it couldnāt sense either person moving. There was an annoying beeping next to it as the sparks sizzled. āTemperature 38 degrees and rising, Doctor.ā āI can see that, itās trying to use its powers! I need 20ccs of liquid ectoranium, Dr. Peters!ā Ectoranium. Bad. Would hurt. Its eyes flew open, a brilliant gold, and the machines around it exploded in a fantastic show of lights and smoke. But it wasnāt enough. It felt its powers shut down, the electricity it was giving off dulling to a small hum in the back of its head. No, no, that wasnāt right. It squeezed its eyes, trying to will the power back, but nothing came of it. āā¦ÉÉÄ ā±Ćā©Éā±¤ā“,ā it hissed as it finally sat up, but there were instantly hands on its body. No, no touching. āā“ā®Ćā±!ā It screeched, throwing its body to the side. One of the doctors stumbled back from the quick movement, but there was a swsssh sound and there were more hands. āā± Éā® ā²Ć!ā It thrashed as it felt something sharp in its arm. As its eyes opened, the room spun. The hands pushed it back down into a lying position. Not good. Need to get up. Need to get out. āā± Éā® ā²Ć,ā it tried again, but no one would listen to its words of static. āā± Éā® ā²Ćā¦ā it mumbled as darkness took over its mind. āExperiment S-99 is destabilizing, Dr. Michaelson!ā Dr. Peters shouted. How could it still hear? āLet it. We need to fix the loyalty program for S-100.ā It knew no more.
