That was the last experiment I took part in. I woke up in my white experiment hall. As usual, it had been cleaned and was back to being spotless white. I sat up, waiting patiently for my handler to arrive, although I wondered when all these experiments would end. I'm not sure because I'm almost always in this bright white hall with no way to measure time.
'At least a month should have passed,' I thought. "Um," I heard a sound and looked up. I saw her come in through the door. Though the sound of the door was almost completely silent, I still heard it. This experiment, whether I liked it or not, had done wonders to my body. Now, without a doubt, I could utilize my new strength to the max. Unlike my sloppy self from before I was captured and before I truly submitted, even if both of those former selves faced me now together, they would lose.
She arrived in front of me, and as usual, I thought, 'That annoying smile.' Although there are things I can't ever think about around her, there are still plenty of things I can.
"Well, don't worry, you might never see it again, at least not from my face," she said, sounding a bit downcast.
"What is going on?" I replied. I didn't like how she sounded at all. It sounded like I was going to be thrown somewhere I can't easily be seen or…" (gulping down my saliva) "be killed."
"Calm yourself," she said with a small smile on her face. "The experiment has ended, all of it."
"Seriously!" I couldn't help but scream out.
"Yes," she answered.
I couldn't hold back my happiness, and a wide smile appeared on my face. This monotone life I have been living will finally end. I would finally leave this stupid giant white prison. So many happy thoughts flooded my head. I didn't know I would say it, but I really miss IQ120.
"Sorry to disturb you. The experiment has finished, but a test has been assigned to you by your observer and the other adults."
"Tsk," I thought, 'that really was a joy killer.'
"One last test, huh? I hope it isn't too hard."
"Yes, it is, but it is simple. All you have to do is fight. With the results you've shown, it shouldn't be that hard, especially against a dull opponent."
"What type of fight is it?" I asked.
"A death match," she said with an innocent smile.
"All you need will be provided to you, whether you want to fill your face with food, just stare at the garden all day, or practice and exercise for the battle. Today is your day to do whatever you like in preparation for tomorrow," she said as she turned and left.
"Ah," I let out a long sigh after I watched her leave. 'To give hope and joy only to destroy it,' I thought, as another sigh left my mouth.
Though from what she said, today is my free day in preparation for tomorrow.
"Let's plan how I want the day to go. First, a few minutes staring at the garden to clear my mind and soothe my soul. Then I would practice all my fighting skills. When I am done, I'll go back to watch the garden, then eat my fill hahaha, and sleep. Waking up with enough rest and refilled energy, I would end my opponent. A dull enemy, weaker and far older and tired of life. But still, all this equates to one thing: the opponent is far more experienced and skilled."