Hour 20.8
The subject had been non-animated for over two standard hours. What I am about to tell you next, dear reader, I am not particularly proud of, but a morning of defeats had left a desire, or should I say a ‘need’, for a success.
I opened the cell of the subject, and without disturbing his status, took multiple moisture measurements. He appeared to be dry. It had been about two and half hours since his last liquid excretion, and with the exception of the small amount of solids the escaped him earlier, I suspected him to be primed for an immense eruption within the next hour or so.
With the subject in the slightly comatose state, I evicted him from his slumber and scampered him directly to the disposal unit. He awoke in a state that I can only assume was terror, but this was no longer about his feelings. It was about my victory. I needed a successful elimination prior to the return of the doctor.
I placed the subject on the disposal unit, and he protested at once. The protest may have been in response to the premature re-animation, or it may have been to his placement on the disposal unit prior to consuming nourishment. Either way, he was not pleased, but just as the shriek began to leave his oral cavity, liquid began to flow into the disposal unit from his lower extremities. He was upset, but a victory, as small as it might have been, a victory was had, and it was mine. The status quo shifted ever so slightly towards the new protocols.
The doctor was on her return route to our regional air transport depot and preparations were being made. The subject was fed and prompted, unsuccessfully, to eliminate addition excretions according to the new protocols, when word was received, well ahead of schedule, that the doctor had arrived and was awaiting local transport, by myself, to retrieve her back to the testing facility.
I bonded the test subject into the transport, and without placing protection on to my damaged feet, jumped behind the navigation controls to meet my master’s demands. Local security at the depot seemed particular high, I was stopped and scanned, then allowed to pass. I overheard an enlistee mentioning something about a new sting of biologically mutated larva that had been found in local puffed pastries. (it all seems very strange to me, but apparently it was quite a big deal).
We extracted the doctor from the arrival platform, and she seem quite anxious to receive a direct progress report on the operation. I informed her of what I believed to be the main three ‘truths’ from the experiments thus far:
- The subject understood the desires, from me, to deposit his excretions into the newly designated unit.
- The subject has the ability to predict and control, to a moderate level, the schedule of said excretions.
- The subject’s intention refusal to follow the new protocols.
Once we arrived at the testing facilities, the doctor accompanied the subject to the disposal unit to see if she could refine any of my assertions about the recent behavior of the subject, while I accompanied Churchill for the daily evening perimeter sweep.
Upon my return (about a standard hour had past) I found the subject acting very erratic and running about the compound in very nonstandard patterns. The doctor informs me that the subject did not offer any excretions in their prior session, and I suggested that an additional try should attempted. We placed the subject on the unit and the subject intently protested. A print version of a menial anatomy documentation was provided to the subject and was read aloud. This has proved in the past to have a calming effect on the subject. Liquid excretions began to flow from the subject and smiles and other comforting facial jesters we exchanged by all parties.
Evening nourishment was prepared and transferred to all participants, followed by what is becoming a nightly, cleansing ritual of the excretion-stained subject. The normalized time of the subject’s extended NAP was quickly approaching, and I wanted to give the subject a ‘last chance of the day’ to produce any additional excretions before confining him to his cell.
I place the subject on to the unit, to his protest, and provided him with a physical coordination aptitude test to perform to distract him from his dis-pleasure with being placed on the disposal unit. The subject was performing the tests to acceptable levels when he simply stopped, dropped the testing instruments, and just stared at me for a moment.
He, keeping his eyes locked with mine, started, ever so slowly, to rise. I was not ok with the idea of him leaving the deposit platform, so tried comforting him into remaining seated. He violently forced my out reached hands away from him, sat himself down fully, firmly grasped the front, raised edge of the disposal unit and lowered his gaze.
He began to tremble. He started tensing all the muscles in his body. He raised his shaking gaze to meet mine once again. Even more slowly, he started to rise. I have never seen such power possessed by a creature of such small size. I was truly afraid, not just for myself but for the subject as well. Breathe did not move from within him and with every quarter centimeter of height he raised, his intensity raised fivefold.
Then I saw it… As he demonically lifted his small body off of the platform, and light started filtering from between his quivering legs, I saw what appeared to be a long thick tail. “What kind of monster is transforming in front of my eyes” I thought.
And then something even more unimaginable happened. The tail detached itself. The young subject, collapsed slouched over, head down, and a solid strand of liquid excrement streamed from his body. It tricked off.
The subject deliberately, but softly raised his head, eyes filling with tears. He launched himself off of the unit platform directly towards me. Grasping me by the neck in a completely submissive embrace.
I comforted the subject as best as I could and moved in close to visually inspect the “tail” deposited in the unit. It was not Tail at all. It was in fact the entirety of the solid excrement the size of which was truly impressive for a specimen four times the size of our heroic subject (the doctor agreed).
Celebrations and rewards were issued.
The subject was placed in his cell for the prolonged nightly NAP.
Conclusions:
Scientific experiments cannot fail. The only failures are our preconceived notions when entering the experiment. I have learned a great deal about the ‘will/ego’ and fears of our subject. I have learned a great deal about my own ‘will/ego’. these two things are not measurable by scientific standards, so I will not comment further.
Operation Opinion:
- This subject was not developed enough to be subjected in these experiments.
- The additional stress of the subject, due to the absence of the doctor, greatly hindered his acceptance of the new protocols.
- Future changes to basic function protocols should be implemented by al staff members, if situations arise that cause the removal of any member, the operation should be postponed until all members can participate.
Resolution:
There is no resolution. What has happened has happened and cannot be undone. We cannot unset the past three days. We can also not pretend that this subject is mature enough to completely comprehend the changes we are purposing. We cannot go backwards from here, but the past forward remains unclear.
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