animal experimentation [ CLOSED ]
who ; creepersphere & screeee
what ; Prism wants to know why Red thinks she's people.
where ; Prism's lab in Kurzweil
when ; nnnowish!
warning(s) ; Noncon brainfuckery.
Prism's optic flickered and twitched as he scrolled through a holographic display in the air before him, running through his daily observations. There was such a wonderful variety of life on the station waiting to be researched and cataloged that even with his far superior multitasking abilities he found himself working to full capacity to keep track of them all. Things would have been so much easier if the Spartans hadn't arrived and complicated things, but oh well.
After 400,000 years of solitude, Prism was nothing if not patient.
He simply had to pick and choose his targets carefully, discretely, so as not to attract the wrong attention. Recently his focus had shifted to the rather curious reptile known as 'Red.' From what he had already discerned of the female, her species shouldn't have evolved to the point of sentience--yet she was able to more or less function alongside the humans of the station, under the guise of her hologram. He wanted to know more.
Which was why he'd sent out a job offer to her, promising credits and a possible meal if she would only come and assist him with a routine questionnaire at his laboratory in Kurzweil. Even as he perused his list he was gliding through his lab, several subroutines putting the equipment through its paces in preparation for his guest. Several thick coils of metal tentacle slid away into dark corners or behind hidden panels, where their presence would be less... intimidating. Prism hummed as the last system check came back green, signaling everything was ready and waiting for his whims. All he needed now was Red.
He was so looking forward to this.
what ; Prism wants to know why Red thinks she's people.
where ; Prism's lab in Kurzweil
when ; nnnowish!
warning(s) ; Noncon brainfuckery.
Prism's optic flickered and twitched as he scrolled through a holographic display in the air before him, running through his daily observations. There was such a wonderful variety of life on the station waiting to be researched and cataloged that even with his far superior multitasking abilities he found himself working to full capacity to keep track of them all. Things would have been so much easier if the Spartans hadn't arrived and complicated things, but oh well.
After 400,000 years of solitude, Prism was nothing if not patient.
He simply had to pick and choose his targets carefully, discretely, so as not to attract the wrong attention. Recently his focus had shifted to the rather curious reptile known as 'Red.' From what he had already discerned of the female, her species shouldn't have evolved to the point of sentience--yet she was able to more or less function alongside the humans of the station, under the guise of her hologram. He wanted to know more.
Which was why he'd sent out a job offer to her, promising credits and a possible meal if she would only come and assist him with a routine questionnaire at his laboratory in Kurzweil. Even as he perused his list he was gliding through his lab, several subroutines putting the equipment through its paces in preparation for his guest. Several thick coils of metal tentacle slid away into dark corners or behind hidden panels, where their presence would be less... intimidating. Prism hummed as the last system check came back green, signaling everything was ready and waiting for his whims. All he needed now was Red.
He was so looking forward to this.