"Subject MI124, how are you feeling?" the man in front of my cage asked me. Was I supposed to answer him? My mind raced, pondering this thought. I tried to answer, I really tried, but my stupid mouth would not open. Sweat poured down my body, and even my fur couldn't hide this fact. All I could do was gulp as tears started falling from my eyes, anticipating the punishment I would receive for not answering promptly. This is what happens at home… home? What home? Before my mind could wander any further, he stated, "You haven't eaten or drunk anything in three months, so I ask, how do you feel?"'What? Three months? How am I still alive?' I thought. "You're probably thinking that's impossible, well, that is to be expected," he paused, his eyes now questioning, as if asking if I had anything to add. And… a look of interest. "Please, do not be interested in me!" I screamed in my mind.
For a race that is known to survive solely on constant eating, this is very unexpected. You managed to survive three months without food, which is surprising considering we have learned from another subject of your race that they become very hungry after not eating for a week and die after three weeks of not eating at most. We even tested this to confirm." He paused once more, seemingly aware that his words were echoing in my mind. 'I already know how long we can survive without food. I come from the same race, so I am not that stupid. But they tested it.' I felt a shiver and pity for the poor subject used in that experiment. For reasons unknown to me, my thoughts were becoming bolder, although I knew I could never express them. It felt like they were not here to harm me; rather, it was almost as if I was going to receive praise.