My name is Miret. I am a member of the Meekat race and also a subject named Special MI124. This is the name given to me by my captors. Not a day passes that I don't think about how, why did the delicious easy prey suddenly become so aggressive and wicked? I can barely remember, but I am sure most of the other creatures of my race, or any other race for that matter, can barely remember life outside of this torment. We are called, as they sing us praises, as they cut us in half and just put or remove whatever they want from our bodies, and then stitch us back up. Even if we are near death because of their stupid experiments, they still desperately try to save us to use us for another day.Why... Why won't you just let us die?
The past, which I can barely remember, is all that keeps me sane... hahahaha, at least not as insane as the other subjects. Some, no, most of us have lost our willpower and are just praying to be among the lucky ones who die due to a mishap or experiment. I have seen many of my friends separated from me. Some were among the lucky ones and are now dead. I am so, so, so, so, so jealous. If only I were among them. Why am I so unlucky? I want to scream my frustration, but I fear disturbing my captors. The fate of those who disturb the captors is not pleasant. They are used for experiments more regularly and later given to the captor's younger ones. No fate could be worse than that.