Test Subject Eight
Dr. L.J. Weeks adjusts his bifocals as he looks over the file one more time. He chances a glance into TS8’s holding cell but the subject still shows no sign of improvement. She’s huddled in a corner with her knees tucked under her chin. Her lips are moving slightly repeating the same phrase over and over again, the only words she’s spoken for days now.
There is a sigh and Weeks looks up into the eyes of his colleague the young Dr. Lydia Idyl.
“I fear her madness is progressing,” Idyl says staring wistfully at TS8.
“She was the perfect candidate for the experiment,” Weeks says removing his glasses to rub at his right eye.
“So were the last seven. How many will we go through before you admit that it can’t be done?”
“We might still be able to isolate the variab-” Weeks is interrupted by a high pitched laugh from TS8’s cell.
Idyl moves to the wall and presses the button to turn on the intercom system. Instantly the lab is filled with the frantic whispering of their young test subject. “No. No. No. No comment. No comment. No comment.”
“Turn it off,” Weeks says tiredly.
Idyl complies and turns her back to the cell.
TS8 laughs, hysterical, and begins rocking slowly, running her hands through her hair and yelling loudly enough now to be heard through the Plexiglas walls of the cell. “No comment! No comment! No comment! No comment!”
“It’s time. Give her the sleep serum Lydia, if you would?” Weeks says rising to his feet.
Idyl nods and begins filling a syringe.
Weeks steps up to place a hand on the Plexiglas. TS8 looks straight at him.
“You were by far my favorite TS8.”
She smiles broadly and mouths the words no comment.
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Exactly 300 words (not including title)
[For Lola, my favorite mad scientist, thanks for never giving up on me]
Update: Here is the link to the Poll for Week 8:
http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=2062850 We made it to the top 100, so go show some love to the Idyl Idol community!