"I think the story of IQ120 has made me nervous," I pondered, my mind filled with apprehension. The thought of young individuals continuing to harm the subjects troubled me. Shouldn't there have been adult supervisors nearby? I distinctly remembered my first experiment in this terrible place. There were assistants or knowledgeable people present, and they were guided by more experienced individuals. It was during this time that I was still trying to act tough, attempting to ignore the pain. However, before my brain was overwhelmed with agony a few seconds later, I couldn't recall anything else. The memory was one I didn't want to remember, as it served as a reminder of my own foolishness.
She mentioned that we would be monitored and evaluated, so perhaps the adults would be around. Uncertain of when I fell asleep, I knew it wasn't long after I assumed IQ120 had fallen asleep as well.
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I heard someone call my name, not my assigned name MI124, but rather 'Miret,' I woke up feeling tired. I immediately realized that I wasn't in my usual cell, and more importantly, I was only dreaming. The calling of my real name was just a delusion. It saddened me a little because I quite like my real name, 'Miret.' It's even cooler to pronounce than MI124.
I couldn't help but wonder what IQ120's real name is. If I survive this ordeal, I'll try to get closer to him and ask him about it.
Taking my time to look around, I realized I was in a large, completely white hall. It was just an empty space, with several doors scattered throughout. These doors probably led back to my cell or the experimentation site.
Suddenly, I heard a distinct sound: 'krr klick… thump.' One of the doors directly in my line of sight opened, and she entered. However, she was still quite far away, as I was positioned in the center of the hall.
"Good morning, I have arrived," she said with a pleased smile on her face. She walked towards me seemingly unguarded, and to my surprise, this time there were no bars separating us.
"You know, I thought you were ignoring me when I first arrived at your cell. I had to ask an adult to check on you for me," she said.
"Hmm… welcome to our chamber. Here, we will conduct various experiments together, right? What is your name?" she asked.
"Why isn't she afraid?" I wondered, feeling certain that she was stronger than me. My instincts screamed at me, reminding me of her power. But wasn't she being too careless? Did that mean I was truly that weak to her? Despite my doubts, my instincts refused to believe that I had no chance at all.
Distressed by my own thoughts, I struggled to fully understand her questions, even though I knew she had said something.
As I looked at her, I realized she wasn't that far away from me anymore. If I waited a little longer, she would be within reach of my claws, allowing me to strike at her head and throat simultaneously.
Lost in my fantasy, I had forgotten that Humas could read minds. Or perhaps I deluded myself into thinking that the young ones couldn't. I couldn't comprehend how she was moving towards me so quickly, and my mind chose to ignore it. I ignored the fact that even in this vast space, with a radius of over100 meters, she was already only a few meters away from me without running or jogging.
She was simply strolling.