The unconscious Replica was floating within an endless void of dark nothingness that had no beginning or end in his recollections. Memories of his thwarted revenge against his roommate were lost to the shadows, everything else beforehand drifted off into the abyss. He was unable to grasp what was going on, except maybe the occasional metallic sound and what felt like an odd pressure building up on different points of his limbs. He was too numb and weary to care. The sedative's power kept him suspended in a dark but peaceful state, unharmed and secure in a nonexistent world where he would never have to worry about proving himself...
That was, until a sharp array of lights practically pierced through his eyelids. He frowned in his disturbed sleep. The sedative's possessive clutches upon Sechs' consciousness were finally released, allowing a low groan to escape the Replica as he was roughly dragged back to reality.
"Ugh... What fell on my head..?"With his throbbing head sluggishly recovering from the residual sedation, the Replica
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He was waking and the doctor reached over, turning on his voice recorder. All good experiments needed a record, didn't they? He had to gather every bit of data possible so he could better follow his little guinea pig's progress. It was a delight to have this chance, both as a scientist and as...well, who wouldn't want to play God a little?
AR-6 was struggling futilely against his bonds and the doctor leaned over to the rolling table near him and jotted that down. Maintains aggressive behaviors, continues to fight against restraints despite subject's situation. A pause and then he jotted down a few more notes about Sech's questions and his tone, the way his eyes rolled beneath his eyelids, the way his anger masked the building realization and sensation of fear
( ... )
"You wanna bet on that?!" he snarled as his eyes fought past the blinding light towards the voice's dark origins. This wasn't the first time he had been tied up with what was supposedly unbreakable, but when that occurred, Sechs was still able to move and fight back, allowing Mini-Sechs to cut through his bonds. However, this time he could barely wiggle more than a few pathetic centimeters! It was almost unbearable for him! Still, the adamant Replica wasn't going to let something like that stop him! He was going to keep fighting!Fingers gripping tightly into the chair, Sechs persevered in his attempts to free himself, stubbornly shifting and pushing against the restraints with no relent. His teeth clenched together as his eyes scoured the bonds for any sign of weaknesses, but so far none of the cuffs and straps would budge. He let out a frustrated grunt. Dammit, where was Mini-Sechs with a good cutting tool when he needed her
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Sechs' protests meant nothing to the doctor. In reality, he cared not one bit about his so-called patient. He was a rat and he was to be tested on. If he died in the process, there were countless others he could drag up here and try the same thing on. Science was, after all, a practiced method of learning from one's failures. He'd killed how many lab rats in preparing this series of serums? Hundreds, no doubt. He'd lost count after the fifth or sixth test batch. Perfecting his work took sacrifices - and Sechs had only to hope to whatever God he believed in that he didn't become one of them.
"And who are you trying to convince with your vehemence, AR-6? Me or yourself?" The doctor walked on by Sechs, passing behind his head, allowing his shadow to cast over the prone man's form. "You're my experiment now, AR-6. The old company is gone, everything you worked for is gone. It's time to face your new mission
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Sechs tried to scoff at the doctor's words, but it came out as a strained wheeze instead. Who was he trying to convince? Why, the doctor of course! Sechs knew full well who he was! ...Yet, something from a dark and distant corner of Sechs' mind echoed doubt. Unfortunately, it wasn't something he never felt before. Snarling, Sechs quickly scrambled to banish his inner skepticism. "FUCK you! I don't belong to anyone!" he barked back, "I'm not taking any bullshit from you! You better cut this SHIT out now or ELSE!" Sechs glared towards the doctor's blackened form with every ounce of hatred he could muster. If only looks could kill... Forget Will and anyone else who pissed him off, the Replica wanted the doctor dead!With the first droplets of sweat emerging upon Sechs' skin, he struggled to catch a glimpse of the doctor and whatever tools he may be brandishing, but his darting eyes could only search so much into his limited surroundings. Once the doctor moved
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"Scream, scream, scream," the doctor muttered, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He pulled the syringe free and stepped back, capping it before disposing of it in the correct receptacle. The others would soon enough join it - ironically one for each number that Sechs claimed as his own. It was strangely appropriate that the process would take six steps. The doctor hadn't planned that at all and yet, he was morbidly satisfied that it came to this
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Sechs' thrashing form went limp within the chair once the needle was finally retracted from his flesh. Eyes shut tight against the lights; Sechs gasped and heaved with pain while a trail of sweat trickled down his cheek. The spot where the needle exited throbbed while he could feel a hint of blood escape the wound and crawl down his back. Sechs' instinct's told him something terribly wrong and unnatural was brewing within him. The terrible cold did not relent. In fact, it seemed to take shape inside the bones, tissue and nerves that made up his spine. Whatever had been implanted inside was slowly but surely growing, like a monstrous weed choking out its environment...
At first Sechs thought the doctor was speaking to another stranger hiding in the darkness, but the lack of response and the doctor's professional tone left Sechs with the impression that his torturous ordeal was simply being recorded! Just the thought of being some average guinea pig in a routine experiment sent his already spinning mind reeling with rage! DAMN that
( ... )
He stopped midway through a sentence. The doctor smirked and pressed the second needle into his spine, depositing the thick mixture there. Another shot of life to his creation, his "baby" if he were feeling at all maternal toward the fruits of his labor. He'd worked hard on this; ever so hard to create the perfect combination. So many test subjects, lab rats and guinea pigs, had died when the final stage approached. The pressure of it all, the pure psychological strain often caused their brains to hemorrhage and they died shortly after the final shot
( ... )
Sechs gave out another cry of pain as the second syringe penetrated his spine. The agony of metal piercing through flesh and into bone was no less painful than the first injection he suffered. Once the terrible needle left its mark upon his body, Sechs found himself back to withering and gasping beneath the stern bondage. He could feel the living liquid grow in strength and form inside as it gained sustenance from the second injection. Its greedy hunger could be sensed throughout his nervous system, sending his body riveting with panic and confusion.
Another trail of sweat emerged on his face. What the hell did the doctor inject him with?! Did he use a batch of nanobots, and if so, what were they programmed to do? Were they made to modify him, to tear him apart molecule by molecule, or invade his mind and control him? Nanotechnology was the greatest blessing and curse of science; anything could be done with such power! Sechs nervously gulped at such thoughts - or at least tried to - it was then he realized that his mouth was as dry
( ... )
Anger and fear mixing together to create a desperate attempt at logic, at hope, at fueling the rage which would quiet the terror of the unknown. A truly human reaction, the doctor noted, saying so into the recorder. No matter how old human science became, their greatest aim always seemed to come back to recreating something akin to themselves. As God made Man in His image, so too did Man wish to make Machine in theirs. Replicas, clones, androids, all humanoid in some aspect or another. Interesting, but hardly the real aim of this experiment.
"I have enough," the doctor said dismissively, disposing the third needle and beginning the preparations for the fourth. He could hear exhaustion creep in along the edges of Sechs' voice and could see it in his demeanor. The way his struggles seemed to be lessening in intensity, not for lack of trying, but merely because he was tiring. Moving around to the front again, the doctor noticed Sechs' eyes dart to the side and he smiled.
"So you are curious," he noted with a grin. "You'll
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The doctor just kept on talking, his tone all the more causal and heartless in the face of Sechs' torment. He growled out curses at the doctor's murky form, snarling at him to stop talking to his damn recorder. He wasn't some mindless, unfeeling creature with no awareness of being used! He may have come into the world by unnatural circumstance, but he deserved just as much acknowledgment and respect as any other person, even his Original! He knew he was entitled to such a right, he needed it! Yet like the shrieks of tortured lab rats, his demands went unheeded by the doctor.
Sechs strained his yellow eyes towards the unnerving smile that hovered within the darkness above him. Despite the agony and humiliation he was experiencing, Sechs' determination to survive managed to flicker through the oppressive darkness. "...You'll never break me...!" he hissed through heavy breaths. "I have my own purpose. One that I chose myself, and I won't let you take it away from me
( ... )
"Purpose, choice?" The doctor laughed and discarded the fourth needle the same way as the others. Best to tidy up the tray as well, he thought, and clink clink clink clink the four used glass bottles fell into the waste bin as well. Hazardous waste should be disposed of properly after all. "What purpose do you have here, AR-6? What choices do you have? Nothing but what we've given youThe doctor felt his own pride swell at that statement and he smirked, preparing the fifth needle. There was no way he couldn't be feeling the effects by now. The way the man's eyes darted to the corners of the room, the shakes and tremors he was experiencing were classic signs that his darling experiment was progressing perfectly. Just as expected, just as intended
( ... )
Sechs cringed with each strident clatter of the needles being tossed away. He wasn't sure how much he could take of this anymore. The Replica was desperate to block out the scientist's merciless words, to lift his hands and clamp them firmly over his ears. Yet the Replica could do absolutely nothing to stop the physical and mental torture. "NO! Sh-SHUT UP!! You're FULL of it! You hear me?! FULL OF IT!!" he shouted, hoping to drown out the doctor's voice, but the words kept crawling into his skull
( ... )
"Like the death throes of a fallen beast," the doctor commented, laughing to himself a little. He turned his head toward the recorder and continued spouting off data that would mean little to the panicked clone on his table. Numbers, figures, observations for later; all things necessary if he should ever need to repeat the experiment. Something told him he wouldn't though. The way the replica went silent in the midst of his threats was unnatural and his eyes were focused on something that wasn't there
( ... )
The darkness and its disturbing voice swiftly closed in on the Replica. He knew another injection was sure to seal his darkened fate. "No...! St-stop it...!" was all he could moan before the final needle sank into his neck. No shouts or screams left him. While his mouth was gaped with agony, only a hollowed groan escaped him
( ... )
[from here]ZEX felt a chill when he entered the room, glimpses he caught of the equipment inside bringing back all too recent memories. His hallucinations definitely weren't helping, giving him the illusion of motion all around him, and he looked back at Donna, almost so he wouldn't have to look at the room around him anymore. It looked too familiar
( ... )
That was, until a sharp array of lights practically pierced through his eyelids. He frowned in his disturbed sleep. The sedative's possessive clutches upon Sechs' consciousness were finally released, allowing a low groan to escape the Replica as he was roughly dragged back to reality.
"Ugh... What fell on my head..?"With his throbbing head sluggishly recovering from the residual sedation, the Replica ( ... )
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AR-6 was struggling futilely against his bonds and the doctor leaned over to the rolling table near him and jotted that down. Maintains aggressive behaviors, continues to fight against restraints despite subject's situation. A pause and then he jotted down a few more notes about Sech's questions and his tone, the way his eyes rolled beneath his eyelids, the way his anger masked the building realization and sensation of fear ( ... )
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Sechs' protests meant nothing to the doctor. In reality, he cared not one bit about his so-called patient. He was a rat and he was to be tested on. If he died in the process, there were countless others he could drag up here and try the same thing on. Science was, after all, a practiced method of learning from one's failures. He'd killed how many lab rats in preparing this series of serums? Hundreds, no doubt. He'd lost count after the fifth or sixth test batch. Perfecting his work took sacrifices - and Sechs had only to hope to whatever God he believed in that he didn't become one of them.
"And who are you trying to convince with your vehemence, AR-6? Me or yourself?" The doctor walked on by Sechs, passing behind his head, allowing his shadow to cast over the prone man's form. "You're my experiment now, AR-6. The old company is gone, everything you worked for is gone. It's time to face your new mission ( ... )
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Sechs tried to scoff at the doctor's words, but it came out as a strained wheeze instead. Who was he trying to convince? Why, the doctor of course! Sechs knew full well who he was! ...Yet, something from a dark and distant corner of Sechs' mind echoed doubt. Unfortunately, it wasn't something he never felt before. Snarling, Sechs quickly scrambled to banish his inner skepticism. "FUCK you! I don't belong to anyone!" he barked back, "I'm not taking any bullshit from you! You better cut this SHIT out now or ELSE!" Sechs glared towards the doctor's blackened form with every ounce of hatred he could muster. If only looks could kill... Forget Will and anyone else who pissed him off, the Replica wanted the doctor dead!With the first droplets of sweat emerging upon Sechs' skin, he struggled to catch a glimpse of the doctor and whatever tools he may be brandishing, but his darting eyes could only search so much into his limited surroundings. Once the doctor moved ( ... )
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At first Sechs thought the doctor was speaking to another stranger hiding in the darkness, but the lack of response and the doctor's professional tone left Sechs with the impression that his torturous ordeal was simply being recorded! Just the thought of being some average guinea pig in a routine experiment sent his already spinning mind reeling with rage! DAMN that ( ... )
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Another trail of sweat emerged on his face. What the hell did the doctor inject him with?! Did he use a batch of nanobots, and if so, what were they programmed to do? Were they made to modify him, to tear him apart molecule by molecule, or invade his mind and control him? Nanotechnology was the greatest blessing and curse of science; anything could be done with such power! Sechs nervously gulped at such thoughts - or at least tried to - it was then he realized that his mouth was as dry ( ... )
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"I have enough," the doctor said dismissively, disposing the third needle and beginning the preparations for the fourth. He could hear exhaustion creep in along the edges of Sechs' voice and could see it in his demeanor. The way his struggles seemed to be lessening in intensity, not for lack of trying, but merely because he was tiring. Moving around to the front again, the doctor noticed Sechs' eyes dart to the side and he smiled.
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Sechs strained his yellow eyes towards the unnerving smile that hovered within the darkness above him. Despite the agony and humiliation he was experiencing, Sechs' determination to survive managed to flicker through the oppressive darkness. "...You'll never break me...!" he hissed through heavy breaths. "I have my own purpose. One that I chose myself, and I won't let you take it away from me ( ... )
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