Over the four days leading up to my escape, I was filled with excitement. I wanted to see everything the human researchers discussed as if it was normal, see everything they described as beautiful, and learn everything they deemed useful.
Every scientist had a different schedule. They had a five minute window (After they thought I wasn't 'elevated' to sapience.) that they were all observing me at once, and two hours after that with only one of them.
Following those two hours was five minutes that I'd be left alone.
Those five minutes would be my window of opprotunity.
At that point in time I was unaware of what a camara was, which would cause me trouble during my escape, but we'll get to that.
I mentally planned my getaway repeatedly, looking at it from every angle, trying to find a possible flaw in it.
For four days, I was just going through the motions of a sentient plant, meaning I was acting like an animal, self aware, responsive to an environment, but not intelligent.
On the fourth day, during the two hour window of a single scientist observing me, an unexpected opprotunity arose.
An alarm blared, signifying that a specimen had escaped, causing the scientist to panic and drop his clipboard. He ran towards the sector with the specimen to help contain it and I made my move.
I slammed myself against the glass as hard as I could, cracking it. I repeatedly collided with the glass until the cracks spiderwebbed all the way through the glass, allowing me to push the glass out of the way.
I leapt onto the cold concrete floor and made my way to the nearest stairwell to grab a building map.
Next, I made my way to a chemical table and took several of each of the vials that one of the scientists had warned a trainee not to ever combine. He didn't say what would happen, but I was going to give it a chance.
Now, map in root, vials on 'hand', I made my way down the stairs, easily following the escape routes highlighted on the map in red.
Remember how I said my ignorance to camaras was going to be a problem? As I skittered through the building at my top speed, I was clearly alerting the security personnel, who surrounded me, tranquelizing guns at the ready.
I wasn't aware of what a tranquelizer was at the time, but in hindsight, what the hell would a tranquelizer do to a plant? Make it slower?
Anyway, I just threw the vials on the ground, right next to their feet.
I was pleasantly surprised when the vials blew up violently, blasting them across the hall, lifting me off my roots along with them.
I angled my roots to catch myself on the wall, checking the vials for cracks, fearing I might blow myself up.
I hurriedly tossed away all but two vials, as the rest were criss-crossed with cracks and missing shards of glass.
Continuing on my merry way, I continued to unknowingly activate hidden alarms and trigger higher-level defense protocols.
'Looking' at the map from time to time, I made my way outside of the building to see a massive defensive formation.
At the forefront stood the three scientists who were observing me before my escape.
I shook my fronds fearfully.
This was the first major hiccup in my plan.
I mentally cursed at them and turned to reenter the building.
I made my way to the nearest vent and clambered inside.
Now, it should be noted that at that point in time I was the size of a basketball. I easily made my way through the maze of vents, keeping track of twists and turns, slowly making my way to the opposite side of the building.
It wasn't hard to figure where each vent went. All I really needed to do was follow the airflow.
The only real obstacle was the vent fan.
In my limited kife experience, I hadn't considered what was pushing the air.
I tentatively reached my roots out towards the motor.
The motor was very close to the fan, making me cautious in my approach.
I disconnected the black and red wires from it, watching the fan slowly decelerate while simultaniously examining the fascinating little piece of technology in front of my fronds.
It was laughably simple, making me wonder at the humans' ingenuity.
Once the fan was completely stopped, I carefully made my way through it and pushed out the filter that was keeping me from my freedom.
I watched as the filter fell, crumpling from its own weight as it impacted against the ground.
It was a satisfying experience.
Checking my surroundings to make sure there was no one to drag me in, I clambered down the brick wall and into the alley below.
I never anticipated that the person who came to investigate the racket I made wouldn't be associated with the lab.
The human who came to investigate the noise was what other humans would call 'extremely attractive'.
Her brown keratinous strands hung in a long, straight curtain around her shoulders, her almost perfectly symetrical features were only marred by a bandage that obscured her left eye. Her breasts and butt were what the humans I've had contact with would call 'massive' and 'alluring', which I find funny. This indicates that humans think about sexual preference first when meeting someone, but I digress.
Anyway, she made her way to the bent and broken vent filter on what humans call 'high-heels' which seemed ridiculous and inconvenient to walk with. I'm told they are as difficult to walk in as I assume, and that perplexes me further. If they're so difficult to walk in, why wear them?
I got off-topic again.
She was three quarters the way there when she saw me.
I probably stuck out like a sore thumb. A fern plant, balanced on a plethora of roots, not rooted, on solid concrete.
She opened her mouth to say something, but I dashed towards her and curled myself around her chest, placing some roots over her mouth, and immobilizing her arms and legs with the rest of my roots.
She stood, completely petrified, as I shook my fronds furiously, generating a "shhhhhhhh" noise.
Her face that had drained of colour as soon as I wrapped myself around her, began to regain some of its colour in the form of a blush.