[[[Area unknown, presumed area 51, Date: 18-7-2014, time 12.00 exact]]]

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"how were the experiments"
"They were a success general, there was one, subject 073 by the former name of Alex Sinclair, with an interesting side effect, at first we thought he would be a failure, but recent analyzes showed promise, further it seems to be going well"
"and the others?"
"the mind whip side effect seemed to have worked like a charm as we expected, human brains are so interesting, so much modification options but if we do even one little thing, even something physical that forces the brain to accept new commands for the abilities, it whips all the memories as if they are new born, well not new born, they should be able to talk, walk and everything, just as with the older attempts like with subject 002"
"good, we will soon bring you more subjects"
"would love to, there are so many more experiments I want to try and some just dont survive the procedure"

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[[[Area unknown, presumed area 51-Subjects 066 Cell, Date: 21-7-2014, time 10.07]]]

"ugh..., what... what happened?" 066 said as he woke up from, not a sleep, more a coma or something, at least something that lasted for 3 days at least but could easily have taken up for a week or more...
<Welcome Subject 066, I hope you have had a nice rest, as you might notice your memories have been swiped, an interesting side effect, we will soon begin your training>
"Where am I?" he asked to the voice that sounded from the intercom, he could hear the same notice from the cell next to him.
<you do not need to know that>
"why?"
<you do not need to know that, please prepare for your training>
"my what?"
nothing, the intercom was silent, but soon after the door slid open with a hard slam and 2 males in army gear with a assault rifle waited for him.
"Out of your cell, were late!"

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[[[Area unknown, same location, Date: 3-9-2014, time 2.37]]]

Subject 066 was fully awake and unable to sleep.
Today they had him try and hack a computer with his mind, he was supposed to only break a low level security code made for him, but he accidentally opened a different and much higher security code.
When he had done that his mind was flooded with intelligence of others, things these people did,had done and were planning to do, it all was disturbing..
kidnapping humans and experimenting on them, he was told he had volunteered, something that sounded off at the start, cause why if he had volunteered would there be a need to lock him in a cell?
And the death count was a nightmare, from the 73 people they had experimented on, only 11, perhaps a few more had survived!
And then there were 2 who were so badly modified that he wondered if they were even human now?
"this has to stop" he whispered to himself...
Slowly he got up, the door was no option for him, it used key cards and a pass word from the outside in order to lock and unlock it but the lock system itself was purely mechanical and not electronic, he wont be able to hack into it himself, but there was an other option...
He was not alone and just getting out himself was pointless to begin with, why escape alone and let the others go trough this hell if the hell itself needs to be stopped, he needed to get the others out as well and trough he did not know how to yet, there might be others that can do something.
066 looked at the intercom, it was hardly used anymore since the day it welcomed them, it seemed like it only was used to give a welcome report, but if they would use it in the future for giving missions or something, then they might still work and he was sure as hell they were connected, all he had to do was hack into it and separate its signal from the mainframe, that would be enough for the others to hear him without alerting the staff.
His main problem would be to get high enough to the ceiling, but he managed.
Touching the damned thing with his hand he closed his eyes and let his mind wonder trough the electronics.
He was lucky, it was indeed still functional, but it seemed only the intercom itself was still powered on, seems it could not be turned off, but its mainframe was disconnected, so it was unattended, making things a lot easier for him, he was unsure if he could have pulled the disconnecting of in the first place and now it seemed it was not needed...
He focused on the intercom systems, locking in only on those with a cell number name that was similar to the subject number inside, he had seen which numbers were still living in the report.

<static sounds............................... Hell...... Am.... getti.... trou..... static sounds............ Hello, am I getting trough... yes, ok, listen fellow subjects, or better said, fellow survivors, I am Subject 066 and I got disturbing news, we have been told lies, we were abducted and experimented on against our will, imprisoned and less then 75% of the abducted people survived, everything they told us were lies, I plan think we should just get away from here, escape and claim our freedom back, I should have activated the mic if the intercom by now so I should be able to hear you, If I got it right we all should be able to hear each other>
It was quite for a second before 066 continued again.
<as it stands I am currently only able hack into the com systems as the doors are mechanically locked, I hope you all believe me and someone might be able to escape and get the rest of us out of here, it would be great if we can open all the locks in one go>

{Area Unknown}

[Subject 006 cell]

Date: 22-7-2014 Time: 9 am

Subject Six stirred in her sleep, her unwashed auburn hair falling onto her face and tickling her nose. She brushed it away and tried to pry her eyes open. Oh god were they sore. She groaned, furrowing her brow. She had a horrible headache. She reached her hand, shaking slightly, to her face. Her fingers hit a thick gauze over her eyes. She felt it across her face and realized it was made into the form of glasses so she could remove it if she wanted and put it back on easily. She hesitated, practicing opening and closing her eyes behind the gauze before tentatively lifting it. For a second, everything she saw in the room was tinted a pretty lilac color. Her lips parted in shock as she barely had time to wonder where she was, before a blast of energy left her eyes and pinged around the room. She yelped, quickly pulling the gauze back over her face and shivering on the thin excuse for a mattress before the blast sizzled, hitting the corner of the foot of the bed and stopping the blast.

The girl held her knees to her chest, slowly feeling what she was wearing. A hospital gown. She hadn’t been wearing a hospital gown before had she? Wait, what had she been wearing? She frowned. She couldn’t even remember what she looked like. I am… she thought to herself, suddenly realizing she didn’t know her own name. Panic began to set, in, her heart rate leaping up and breathing spiking. She couldn’t see without some sort of purple blast escaping her eyes (which couldn’t be normal), someone had changed her clothes (she knew that much at least), and she had no idea who she was or where she was. She whined softly under her breath until yelping again as a voice spoke over what sounded like a speaker.

<Welcome Subject Six. I hope you slept well. As you’ve probably noticed your memories are gone. We will soon begin training.>

“Training?” she squeaked, throat dry. A door opened and what sounded like more than one pair of feet entered, coming closer to the bed. The girl tried to scramble away but one man grabbed her right arm, the other man her left, pulling her out of the cell.

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{Area Unknown}

[Subject 006 cell]

Date: 3-9-2014 Time: 2:37 am

Subject Six was asleep, but would wake every thirty minutes or so to scream from a night terror. She kept having flash backs. People who looked dead. A man putting a mechanism on her eye to keep it open and then coming at it slowly with a needle. Trying to scream in the dark but unable to. These things haunted her. Almost every day they ‘trained’. She was dragged from her cell in the beginning, and now she walked slowly with them out. She had figured out her room, and the closet within where she could get changed. There was a shower as well but the water that came out was very slow. Probably to prevent subjects from drowning themselves. She was currently in her pajamas or what felt like them anyway. They were a soft stretchy pant and shirt that she had no idea what color they were. She kicked feverishly in her bed, the sheets coming off for the third time so far that night when the intercom startled her awake. Another subject? There were other people trapped here like her? She sat straight up and listened intently. She had tried blasting her door before to no avail, so Subject Six simply got out of her bed and made her way to the door, yanking on it in hopes someone else had unlocked it. She no longer wore the gauze on her face, so she had to keep her eyes closed. She hoped the other subjects were nice so she didn’t have to open them.

[[[Area unknown, presumed area 51-Subjects 010 Cell, Date: 21-7-2014, time 02.07]]]
Bone laying on his back staring at the one dangling light in his dark room, his room had no windows and a door with a slit that allowed food to be taken in and out, the Cell was padded but bone had ripped all the padding out and made a comfortable nest like mound in the corner of his cell, "Kill me light, just drop down and kill me send me to my angel, ki-" he was interrupted my the door slit opening "Food time, number ten" what Bone assumed was a guard said through the slit, Bone got up and grabbed the goo that had been his food for as long as he could remember.

After little while he heard a voice come from the intercom. Amazement and anger filled him, both at the sound of his voice and what it was saying. "H-hey, uhh, voice guy, 66 was it? How are you doing this and how do you know this?" Bone says close to where the sound was, for he can not see the intercom.

It took a little time before 066 got a real reply.
he had heard someone trying to jank open their foor so he knew the mic was working and it seemed he had gotten trough to at least one person.
then finally someone spoke.
the person's voice was carried over to the other speakers so everyone was able to hear the question.

judging from the number the speaker was addressed with it was subject 010.
"Like I said, we were all experimented on, in my case the did something that makes me able to manipulate the electrical impulses that the brain gives off to the organs and with it I became able to hack into electronics with my mind if I can touch the object, as for how I know this, my recent training was ro break some security code and by accident I opened the wrong file, it contained the truth, the death count and the numbers of the still living subjects, some even contained reports on what they did to.. believe me its not pretty
if we can get out of here they would lose their subjects and perhaps we can even destroy this place in our escape"

Bone heard the explanation, "That's not the craziest thing I've ever heard" Bone says. Then Bone hears a guard coming. "Hey 66, Quiet up some ones coming." He says as there's a knock at the door "Tray time, Subject 010." Bone notices its not the same voice, "Who are you?" Bone asked, "I'm private Mcfeely, tray time." The voice said, a smile crosses Bones face, "Fuck off." Bone said, "What?", "Whatcha gonna do, Bitch.", Mcfeely now flustered "I'm gonna kick your ass that's what I'm gunna do, Asshole." Mcfeely steps in as soon as he enters he gets smashed in the head by a food tray, knocking him out... Maybe, He didn't get up again. "Alright, 66 where are you from here?" He asks while putting the tray in between the door.
(Note: This can happen once every one is ready)

In a dark room, laying crumpled against the back wall in the most unceremonious of positions, was the figure of a young woman which was just beginning to gather dust. Beneath the straight locks of false white hair twisted the gnarled array of cords connecting her to a large computer system behind her. The experiment, the girl, that lay in such disarray was not forgotten, merely a successful endeavor on pause. The scientists behind her mostly artificial body had been busy, compiling evidence of their research on her, collecting their data and writing the award-accepting speeches to return to her care.

In their absence a single intern held responsibility in caring for her. As evidence by her awkward positioning, he had done ill. Not that she minded. In fact, she wasn't even aware. For so long she had been powered off that to jolt her from her 'slumber' so suddenly would probably only do her harm. In this state of being, her mind was active beneath the metal skull, creating visions only visible to her optical lenses. Yes. She dreamed.

She dreamed of resting beside the sea... with is breeze cascading to locks that were not white, but of a chocolate hue. H2O, full of sodium, crashed against the cliffs and onto her face. A spray. That is what it was called. Behind her was a tower of sorts, one that would beam its light in darkness but remain a symbol of the past in the day. With barren feet she neared the cliffs edge. To belong to the sea was her destiny. Something to those amends ached her chest. She was a creature of the land, so why then, did she feel so badly the urge to leap into a world without air? It did not make sense, yet her foot hovered in midair over the cliff side, waiting for that moment where her body would be flung into the briny depths, where she could be---[REDACTED]

Where she could be...[REDACTED]

Where she could be...[REDACTED]

[PROCESSING]
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" Hell...... Am.... getti.... trou....." Immediately, her power was forced on, kicking her out of her processing mode only by the skin of her teeth. Her eyes powered on, blue and white orbs with a processor beneath the glass. She listened; as she was programmed to do when the speakers came on. There was static sounds, and slowly her optics began to wane in their glow. "Hello, am I getting through... yes, ok, listen fellow subjects," Her optics kicked back on and her reasoning centers began to turn. During this, she had not moved from her awkwardly tossed position.
"Or better said, fellow survivors, I am Subject 066 and I got disturbing news, we have been told lies, we were abducted and experimented on against our will, imprisoned and less then 75% of the abducted people survived, everything they told us were lies, I plan think we should just get away from here, escape and claim our freedom back, I should have activated the mic if the intercom by now so I should be able to hear you, If I got it right we all should be able to hear each other..." A pause. The gears were turning now and Subject 013 reached back, tugging out all the cords in her brain at once with much force. She began to stand, her lightweight body beginning an 'automatic clean' to remove the dust from her body while she stood.

"As it stands I am currently only able hack into the com systems as the doors are mechanically locked, I hope you all believe me and someone might be able to escape and get the rest of us out of here, it would be great if we can open all the locks in one go." She looked at the table in the room, her optics quickly scanning the dark room and finding the plate necessary to cover up the holes just beneath her false hair. She grabbed it, and easily slid it back into place where it needed.

"H-hey, uhh, voice guy, 66 was it? How are you doing this and how do you know this?" Another voice. She had heard it before, registered into her cranial systems on 10-7-2014. Subject 010. And the one on the intercom Subject 066. Oddly, not imprinted into her mainframe until this point.

"Like I said, we were all experimented on, in my case the did something that makes me able to manipulate the electrical impulses that the brain gives off to the organs and with it I became able to hack into electronics with my mind if I can touch the object, as for how I know this, my recent training was ro break some security code and by accident I opened the wrong file, it contained the truth, the death count and the numbers of the still living subjects, some even contained reports on what they did to.. believe me its not pretty. if we can get out of here they would lose their subjects and perhaps we can even destroy this place in our escape."

Now she was fully awake. Only in her eyes did it read; "Good Morning, 013." Quickly, her basic information passed by her eyes with a text scroll. Nineteen years old, her name was Ivey, etc. Her chin raised as her body began its basic reconfiguration; a check up in which many parts of her body dislodged, were tested for their levels of degradation, and then replaced or put back based on their condition.

"NEGATIVE." Came her mechanical response. "The walls are made of unbreakable, fireproof materials and thus impossible to damage. The only way out is to outsmart the A.I."

《Negative? Anyway I guess your subject 13 juding from the mechanical reaction, guess the subject codes really are imprinted into the speaker programs》 066 almost said poor girl
she was one of the 2 that were modified so far and one that was just not pretty to know the reports of what they did.
《13 you said the A.I. right, how can I do that?》

{Area Unknown}

[Subject 003 Cell]

II Date: 20-7-2014 II Time: 7 am II

The dim lightning of the room hit Subject Three's closed eyes, groaning he turned over. Body aching all over and head pounding as if he had been hit by a hammer. Ouch. Looks like there wasn't much chance of getting back to sleep now, dammit! All he wanted was a nice long sleep after what had happened..... what had happened? he questioned mentally. Slowly and drowsily sitting up, groggily rubbing closed eyes as silver hair fell into now slitted eyes as they adjusted to the strange light. Grumbling inwardly, the elder stretched upwards, not yet fully awake and thus not fully aware. Before eyes peeked half open in shock, crimson orbs staring forward before quickly closing once more. Just what the hell was going on? Was someone playing a random prank on him? Oh god this so wasn't funny, when he found out who they were so dead. But who was, he couldn't recall a face or name of anyone he even knew. I am.....wait, who am I? Subject Three questioned, even trying to recall his own name was impossible! This better be some kind of (not) funny joke.Or maybe it was some dream and he was high off some drug, then again he didn't remember being the type to do such a thing. Still, at the moment, he just wanted out and his life back.

<Welcome Subject Three. I hope you slept well. As you’ve probably noticed your memories are gone. We will begin training shortly.>

Memories? Gone? Oh this was just freaking great. Looking at things, he supposed it could have been worse. He could have been dead after all. But training, what was some sicko trying to pull? Getting up, and dressed only in a pair of thin trousers that he never remembered even having. Subject Three glared around at the small enclosed room he had been placed in. Little did he notice the temperature in the room slowly dropping as his irritation and annoyance grew. "The hell are ya on about, I'm not doing anything! Let me outta here right now!" He demanded, fine silver hair tossed about from his strange 'sleep' if you could call it that. He wanted answers, and someone would get hurt if he didn't get them this instance! Still his demands got no reply at all, it was only after fuming and raging inwardly for five minutes did the sole door into his room opened, two men entering one after the other. As they approached him, the silver haired male back away slowly, he didn't like the look of this. Not one bit. Maybe they wanted him for something? Was it that training that strange voice had spoken about, oh hell no! He wasn't going anywhere until he got some answers. Acting purely on impulse, the tall male shot forward instead of back. Aiming to punch the first male that entered, however, instead of his hand connecting, a blast of something... seemed to release from his knuckles. Blue..... flame like..? Was that... fire? No, no way. It couldn't be, it felt too cold for that. Dammit! Before he had time to consider just what the fuck had happened to him further, two more males entered, at first surrounding him. Then pinning him to the floor, Subject Three struggled as much as he could, but it was no use. Eventually giving up, he was dragged out of his 'room', into somewhere unknown.

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{Area Unknown}

[Subject 003 Cell]

II Date: 3-9-2014 II Time: 2:40 am II

Yet another day in this hell hole, huh? Typical. Subject Three or Shin as the scientists had recently started calling him, hadn't been able to sleep properly every since two days ago. They did something to him again, and it had been hurting like fuck ever since. Letting out a sigh, the elder sat up in his sorry excuse for a bed. Dressed in jeans and a simple black short sleeved t-shirt, stretching as he stood and moved about the room barefoot. Yet as he was trying to either wake up properly or try and sleep some more, a voice quickly took such a choice away from him. How lovely.

" Hell...... Am.... getti.... trou....." A odd voice said, not one he had heard before. At least not over the speakers anyhow, moving to sit back down. Subject Three listened out carefully for anything more, and after a few seconds he was rewarded with something far clearer and easier to understand. "Or better said, fellow survivors, I am Subject 066 and I've got disturbing news, we have been told lies, we were abducted and experimented on against our will, imprisoned and less then 75% of the abducted people survived, everything they told us were lies, I plan think we should just get away from here, escape and claim our freedom back, I should have activated the mic if the intercom by now so I should be able to hear you, If I got it right we all should be able to hear each other..." Subject Sixty Six eh? Interesting, about something decent happened in this dammed hell hole. Then again, if what he was saying was true. That alone was even more of a reason to get out of this place and maybe even try to get some sort of normality back, no matter how small it may be.

"As it stands I am currently only able hack into the com systems as the doors are mechanically locked, I hope you all believe me and someone might be able to escape and get the rest of us out of here, it would be great if we can open all the locks in one go." All in one go, ha! Was he stupid or something?, That was impossible, or was it? He couldn't be sure anymore in this place. Laying half back on the mattress given to him, slitted eyes closing as he simply listened and began to work through a process of even attempting to get out of here. But before he could, as Sixty Six had said, they could all seem to speak freely with each other. Huh, so it did work. How nice. Listening to a voice ask and the answer given by Subject Sixty Six, he could assume a few things from that. The problem was getting out in the first place, hm. He knew hitting the walls wouldn't work, already tried that weeks ago. At hearing a female or rather robot sounding female voice speak, the elder blinked with the reply that followed from Sixty Six, even if you couldn't outsmart the A.I. There had to be another way. A few minutes passed before the silver haired male finally spoke up.

"Nothing's impossible to damage, just depends on how hard you hit it and how many times you hit. Besides just because the walls are fireproof doesn't mean the doors are, and the guards are just like us. Without any kind of power if ya get that." Came Subject Three's smooth, lilting voice as if sliding over silk. One that one send shivers upon many others backs, what had the guards called him one? A dangerous one? Ah. A dangerous man indeed. Grinning the whole way through this ordeal, even as he spoke a small mocking smile curved about his features, appearing to be almost in-human in size. Ah well, what was life without scaring a few along the way?

In a dark isolated cell, the silence was abrubtly broken by the cackle of an intercom system; "Good morning subject Zero One Two, I hope you have had a pleasant rest, this is day 388 of your imprisonment and today is a very special day. Agent Goldstein has volunteered to enter your cell. Which means you will get to eat today - isn't that wonderful."

The shell of a man, suspended by his hands on the wall groaned in pain. He was malnourished, flithy and most likely dying. The rags of what was once an expensive suit barely concealed his flesh. When the door opened and a smartly dressed man strod einto his cell, his eyes burned.

012 had not seen light in over a month. Suddenly the blinding light went out, he crashed to the floor. His thoughts were sluggish, "Since when do they let me feed myself?"
He looked up, expecting the door to be closed and his keeper to have disapeared. Instead the door remained open, but the power was out.

The captive could not stand, but he knew it was now or never. Goldstein panicked, there were 16 seperate generators in this section and all had failed simlutaneously, leaving him blind. With one desperate dive, the world changed. 012 had not seen light in over a month.

Lucky... what an ironic nickname for a person in his position. Sighing he looked around his room. Same as ever, blank and sparse, just a bed and lights. He wondered if he should blow out the lights again, he could make his own light with electricity arcs. Remembering the punishment from last time he dismissed the idea, but he just hated being confined. Part of his problem was he overflowed with energy because he continually generated it. This meant his metabolism rate was extraordinary. It caused his hair to stand on end and he couldn't rest until he was spent which could be days for all he knew, time was ambiguous in this place.

"Subject 007 prepare for transport" great now he had to wear the suit, skin tight and made of rubber, it was the only way they could touch him while he was conscious. He was deposited in another training room. "Subject 007 today you need to defeat 4 training robots at level 4." Level 4? that meant average soldier level, and 4 at once meant they were really testing him. Times like this really pissed him off he wasn't a lab rat he was a person!!! As the robots came at him his skin crackled as his anger grew. "No no no." he said to himself, who else was there to speak to. "We can't pass out this time." He recalled the only memory from before. It was only a song hummed by an unknown person, but it always calmed him down. Time To plan he thought.

Each robot was taken down efficiently and ruthlessly. His ability meant he only had to touch some exposed plating or wiring and he could fry them to a crisp. He took satisfaction in using enough power on each one to stop a mans heart. It tired him out a little but soothed him to see those plastic covered forms twitching and smoking. This session hurt more than usual. The robots were a new model that could fire projectiles, but he'd experienced worse.

Back in his "room" he was eating when a voice came over the speaker. The voice had a power similar to his, but his seemed to be more finely tuned than his. Listening to the conversations being relayed over the intercom he felt a wave of relief. There were others, he'd always suspected but never had any proof. "Maybe a simulated system malfunction combined with a power surge will distract the A.I long enough to send an order to someone to unlock the cells cause they're empty." "Or allow someone to use force to but out without being detected. The more problems at the same time the better. I can provide the juice for a blackout, but i'd blackout myself. What do you think?"

2-12-20013
{My Home}

I open my eyes, looking out into the dull white and gray haze of the room. Maybe I was dreaming, it certainly felt like I was, from the mild numbness and warmth in my fingertips. What do I dream about? The fact that I was asking myself this was unnerving; clearly I dream about-
Maybe I didn't know the answer, maybe the thin black masses that now made up my fingers which never really touched each other despite my efforts had me questioning, am I blind?
It was all lucid in ways, looking down and seeing the rest of where my body should be and seeing only a pitch blackness in the vague outline cascading across blurry distorted material. My movement caused soft clicks and scrapes like smooth flatware against itself.
Where and why never factored into the question.
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The sheet over the bed in the cell shuffled, laid across 73 the way one would draw a sheet over the dead. Fingertips dragged along the fabric as a voice popped on softly over the speakers in the room. "Doctor, its aallliiiive!" a female voice playfully shrieks before an 'oof' as whoever was speaking was pushed out of the way. "Yes, well, good morning, 73! Testing will resume momentarily, please do not resist" The doctor spoke, typing a few things before continuing. "The assistants will be there shortly with your gown in the meantime" the voice concluded, leaving the room in silence, the mass under the sheet having sat up by now. After a few moments its head tilts as it chirps, "Sef-enty...Threy?"

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3-8-2014
{My Chamber}

I don't like the assistants; jostling me around, making me feel weird like something was on me. Although, I suppose it was better than the tests. I mean, they were good about being polite, even while drilling into my arms. The light, though...have I always hated like? It really seems so, but why don't they understand it hurts? It hurts one day just as much as it hurts the next. It makes no sense and I've made a point to explain that they were being rude...
The new ones are better about the light.

The Doctor, whose name I never asked, chased the assistants out, grumbling something about how little they actually assist before checking the usual, asking the same questions. Hair sample, say 'ah', does this feel hot (it did, by the way), 'have you heard anyone saying anything out of the ordinary, potentially directed towards staff?'
I had long since resolved myself to silence, certain they didn't really care what I had to say, even about the broadcast over the speakers about an hour ago. What did the doctor have to lie to me about? Everything was routine and they let me know what they were doing. I don't know why but-

A response? Soon after the doctor left, I could have sword I heard someone else. They weren't as confident as the doctors. Who were they?
I let out a click of my teeth, searching the room for anyone before climbing onto the bed, close to the speaker. Soon there were so many replies. Others? The thought had never crossed my mind that there were more. One spoke of a blackout, and then it was quiet.
Were they asking me? Was it for everyone? Could the others hear? This event sparked something inside me which I didn't have the word for at the time, but had come to know as 'hope'.
"Heh-hello?" I whisper, worried someone I couldn't see knew what I was doing. I didn't know what to say, all of their ideas about juice and what sounded like an animal. Figuring I could at least be polite to those who knew what was going on, I tried to introduce myself; "Sefenty Threy. I...hrm" again unsure where to go from there. It was something to talk to, and the idea of the cell being opened interested me. "I caaan hellppp" I offer
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73. Most of what came up were incident reports and opinions about termination, first-hand accounts of accidents a few pictures of the confused subject dressed as a maid with a few female assistants making faces and taking selfies. The rest were chemical compounds and the lead scientist's name along with projected weaponization theories about the compound being added to dirty-bombs.

{Area Unknown}

[Subject 027's cell]

[Date: 21-7-2014, time 12:07]

[Welcome subject 027, I hope you had a pleasant rest, as you might realize, your memory's have been swiped, an interesting side effect of the experiments, for now rest some more, we will see what you can do soon]

Jalo's hair, along with his mind was in a complete mess as the announcement was made. He didn't even hear what it had to say, sitting up was a struggle that required all of his attention. After a few moments he made it, and proceeded to rest his head in his hands. God, it hurt, slowly getting worse as whatever they must have used to put him to sleep wore off. It was the worst headache he could recall having.

Thinking upon it, he realized he didn't recall anything. Jalo brought his head back up, examining the room. Just where was he? Furthermore, who was he? He didn't remember anything past this point, not even his name. They must have said something important in the announcement, and he regretted not listening to it. His head was spinning and he started to go into a panic, "I ma erehw?!" The echo of his words hit him, and he paused. Did he just talk backwards? "Tahw?" He was, in fact, talking backwards. Brought to his attention, he realized he was also thinking backwards. The boy started shaking, screaming nonsense as tears formed in his eyes.

The two guards that came for him didn't even bother to knock, dragging him out of the room as he struggled against them in vain.

{Area Unknown}

[Subject 027's cell]

[Date: 3-9-2014, time 2:37]

Jalo was curled up on the floor, holding his head. He didn't know how long he had been in here, but he was starting to get used to everything. He learned his limitations, and that as far as he was concerned his name was subject 027 - Though once or twice, there had been a scientist calling him Jalo. He wasn't sure if it was his real name or just a name, but it was better than a number. Hell, he was even starting to get used to the migraines. He learned that they usually came along if he overexerted himself or hadn't been using his power on a daily basis. This time it was the latter, while he was probably going to be pulled out soon, that time couldn't come soon enough. One of the things he hadn't come to term with yet was the fact of this power, they were calling it telekinesis. And he guessed they were right, and he felt like a freak for having this. Had they done it to him? Probably, though he couldn't be sure of anything.

Soon, an announcement came on the intercom. The static worsened his migraine, but he listened nonetheless, and was surprised at the message. He heard more voices through the system and it was both a relief and horrifying to know that other people were in the facility, having been tested on. Jalo pulled himself up, not knowing where the intercom system was but talking nonetheless. "Epacse...nac ew?" He remembered that other people probably couldn't understand him (the scientists had a hard enough time), but he wasn't even going to try and bother fixing that trainwreck. Instead, he moved to the door, for once giving it more than a glance. He looked at the lock, and while one needed a keycard to open it, he figured he might as well try. He started to try and rip open the door with his power. At the very least, it was slowly helping his migraine.

012 strode down dark hallways with renewed purpose. Barely fifteen minutes earlier he had been on the verge of death in a hole in the ground, now he was strong,talled and really pissed. He saw a few other cells, doors open just like his. He knew he wasn't the first, he would hardly be 012 otherwise, but if they were housed here they must not be safe for interaction.

His eyes were darting around left and right, hand resting on Goldstein's, HIS pistol. Things looked different when you were tall, but the pools of blood and bullet casings were still the same. He touched the blood, finding it was still warm.

The next doorway beckoned to him with a soft orange glow. Smoke filled his nostrils as he approached, the stone corridor felt a lot more oppresive than it did a moment before. He drew his pistol, accessing Goldstein's combat experience was effortless and the agent's hand was steady.

He stared into something from a horror movie, a laboratory. Manacles and examniation tables covered in old, dried blood revealed that cruelty was not new here. Banks of formerly pristine and sterile computers were shattered - and covered in human remains.Acid melted a section of the floor and a scientist was reduced to nothing but a skeleton in a white coat by the very same acid.

012 eyes were drawn to the bonfire, fueled by the corpses of scientists. The stench brought back memories from Goldstein's past, of friends tortured by cultists in a backwater jungle. But most terrifying of all was a message, scrawled in the filth left by the slaughter.

"I am 033 and I am free."

012 couldn't help but mutter, "Out of the frying pan."

He backed out of the lab, keeping his pistol handy. Goldstein's memories placed the exit to this block 15 minutes away. He sincerely hoped that 033 had already escaped or been dealt with by then.

[[Area Unknown: Cell Subject 009]]

I opened my eyes.

Red strands fell in my face as I gazed at my desolate surroundings.

An empty cell, a metal door, and no apparent luxuries or easy ways out.

"I...please?" I whispered. "Where...where am I?" I didn't expect a response, which is why I jerked against the wall when an echoing voice said "Welcome Subject 009, I hope you have had a nice rest, as you might notice your memories have been swiped, an interesting side effect, we will soon begin your training."

I didn't see any option other than to do as I was told, so I curled in a ball and waited.

I must have fallen asleep at some point.

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I awoke to voices, over the intercom again, one as digital as the first and the other softer-seeming. More voices pitched in, and while I couldn't catch much, I gathered that they were planning an escape. I didn't know quite what I was escaping from, but would be glad for anything other than this, and so spoke up myself.

"I...um...excuse me...d-did you see in the..the file what I can do?"

So many thing happened all at once after 066 had spoken to 013.
It was a surprise to see how many others were willing, well not much of a surprise at that exact, but how many replied and how it seemed they were not even afraid of possible retribution if they failed…

At first someone else said something that made little sense to 066, he sounded cold and pretty uninterested yet also seemed to have some interest at the same time…
"Nothing's impossible to damage, just depends on how hard you hit it and how many times you hit. Besides just because the walls are fireproof doesn't mean the doors are, and the guards are just like us. Without any kind of power if ya get that."
There was truth in his words, that much was clear, but 066 did not follow where he replied to and what he meant exactly, it was as if he was talking in general, trying to give some people an idea or something, well in all truth that could work pretty well.

Then another person spoke up out of nowhere.
"Maybe a simulated system malfunction combined with a power surge will distract the A.I long enough to send an order to someone to unlock the cells cause they're empty." "Or allow someone to use force to but out without being detected. The more problems at the same time the better. I can provide the juice for a blackout, but i'd blackout myself. What do you think?"
066 thought about it for a bit before replying.
“hold off the blackout, its better to safe that as a back up since you get hit as well” 066 did not know what the person meant with the blackout of himself, but it sounded bad and they may need all the strength they can get “But you did gave me an idea, perhaps the intercom is connected to the A.I., if so I might be able to hack into it as well”

But 066 never got the time for it as more people started to speak, he could hardly respond to them and focus on hacking an A.I. that might be more stronger then he is, he hacked into brain-less computer systems, an A.I., that might be impossible actually…
"Epacse...nac ew?" it was hard to know what that meant at this point in time, breaking the code and working and listening on others while wanting to hack deep into the systems was to much at the same time, but 066 did notice something from the same intercom soon afterwards: the sound of a hard blast of something against something steel like the door, did this person started breaking the door open, it sounded like he did it at least.
Through this much was nothing to break his further concentration, but then someone asked him a question:
"I...um...excuse me...d-did you see in the..the file what I can do?"
The number of the intercom said it was subjects 009, Thinking about the flood of data his mind received he tried to find her answer but the file was sub-classified, and since he was not in the system he found the file in he could not open it, as far as his mind was concerned it was just a mere memory with nothing inside.
It became clear and a huge relieve to be honest, that trough he can connect with a computer he was still a human, it was all just memories and information, not real files that were downloaded as the scientist were saying.
“sorry, but whatever they did to you was important enough to double lock, I cant read the report”
Then Finally the person that asked the first question reacted again.
"That's not the craziest thing I've ever heard” followed by some silence "Hey 66, Quiet up some ones coming."
Right away 066 closed the entire speaker system, turning it to radio silence on all rooms for a second, it was the quickest and easiest action to do compared to isolating one specific speaker and closing only that one, and 066 had to be fast enough.
He did keep the mic open in order to listen in on what happened everywhere.
In a way he wanted that he did not, during this time there was a lone signal, the signal had been there all this time but it seemed that only the mic was working, it was not that the speaker was broken, but it seemed there was someone on its signal, it was luck that the person that was using the speaker was not using the speaker systems on his or her end, the person even had not activated the microphone on the speaker in the cell, otherwise he or she would have heard our conversation.
066 kinda wished the person had trough, from the sound of it, the prisoner was going to be fed but I seemed his food was going to be another human, then all power was cut from the cell, it seemed on purpose by the person that had been using the speakers before.
Then during the speaker silence on other report was made.
"Heh-hello, Sefenty Threy. I...hrm, I caaan hellppp" I offer
066 did not know what to say, that was if she could have heard them or him for that matter, the number she called herself was 073 and he knew that number, not of having met her of course, no its from the files, she was the second person where they went so far that he did not know if she was still human.
At least this time he could say his feelings “poor girl” it was not like anyone could hear him.
As it sounded she was not in a good state or something, it was likely better if she were to be kept resting for a while longer.
In the meantime it sounded like 010 was in a fight with a guard and then Finally he spoke to 066 again.
"Alright, 66 where are you from here?"
“I cant really pinpoint where who is trough this system but I guess were stacked our numbers or at least it should be on the doors or something…” 066 said as he restarted the speakers, it seemed the connection went right in one go this time.

It sounded like things turned quite after that, 066 guessed that 010 had left the room.
Other rooms like the one that spoke weirdly had also turned quite, but then he heard something new.
Another far off cell that had been quite for all this time suddenly gave a sound, the number was 002, 066 had thought that this person was dead, no sound from the cell during the entire conversation, no gender or anything in the report, only something about the persons medical training.
066 started to wonder if the files he had gotten were complete to start with but his wonders were replaced by fears soon as he heard what was happening in the room of 002.

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[Subject 002 cell]
002 had been sleeping during the entire conversation, not cause she was so deep but because the entire conversation was not getting transmitted to her cell, it had been this way for months now, she never knew when tried to report something to her such as that she needed to get up and dressed as they were going to pick her up or something, often resulting that when they opened the door she was still sleeping, and she slept in the nude so this often gave rise to some improper events, trough she had been lucky until now that the soldiers were on a strict time, giving them barely time to cup a feel and then slap her in the face so she woke up and then got dragged in the nude to the training side where she finally got some cloths.
This was because a long time ago, she was thrown into the cell as punishment and had slammed into the speaker system, breaking it, all computer based signals were still getting transmitted to it, but the speaker box that makes the sounds was dead.
Worst was that even a simple glance to the thing would show that it was busted, the entire front was hanging out, but either they ignored it for the enjoyment of slapping and touching her or no one paid any attention to it.
Suddenly she was woken up as someone slapped her face again.
In front of her was a male soldier she had seen nearly daily, he always was one of the soldiers to wake her up and was the most rough with her, even when pulling her to the training facility he often tried to touch her in her private areas, masking it as pulling her.
“hello bitch, I got some good news, well good for me that is, I got relieved from duty here, and that means I am free to do whatever I can with you now”
He looked at the broken speaker and laughed “man, I always loved it to wake you up, touching that filthy body of you, seeing my hand or boot on your ugly face, all because of that busted speaker, glad I never reported it hehehe”
Then he looked at her again “but this would be the last time I got to do that, so this time lets go all the way, not like they can fire whatis not working for them in first place anyway, hahahahaha”
002 was frozen in fear unable to react at all.

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A soldier had entered subject 002’s room, it happened to fast for him to close the speaker link, resulting that everyone could hear this, he could only hope they all kept quite for now or he would hear them.
“hello bitch, I got some good news, well good for me that is, I got relieved from duty here, and that means I am free to do whatever I can with you now”
That did not sounded good at all.
“man, I always loved it to wake you up, touching that filthy body of you, seeing my hand or boot on your ugly face, all because of that busted speaker, glad I never reported it hehehe”
The speaker was broken? Then no matter who said anything they wont hear it, but then she would not have heard us at all either, this really started to look grim for 002.

Growl* Help! Cage...need...*Growl*...way...out!" *Growl*
A new voice, but this time there was something off, the speaker did not had any number system and aside a few like 033 everyone had said something.
This person however, no matter how 066 tried to wrap his brain around it, he was not on the list..
It seemed he truly did not had all the data, but now this was unimportant, he had to get to 002 and fast.
“don’t worry Growli and 73, as soon as we get out I’ll come looking, but first, you heard 002’s…”
Suddenly 066 broke his concentration, he felt someone touching his body.
It was the downside to this mind hack system, once he is inside a electronic system he would lose contact with his body, leaving him wide open and clearly someone had entered his cell and touched his body.
066 heard that he might be fatally wounded as he returned to his body but he had luck on his side it seemed, cause the one that touched him only had his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to pull his mind back.
066 looked at the man and noticed the clothes he was wearing, it were the clothes of an subject and a grin appeared on his face “we got lift off”
But then he realized something, 002 was still in danger.
In a quick movement he slammed past the door, leaving his savior, who he realized while running was likely 010, as rushed through the corridor noticing how the numbers were quickly declining and then he reached the cell he was looking for.
The door was wide open and a scream could be heard.
In a quick movement, charging hs body for increased agility he grabbed the soldier who already had his pants to his knees by his neck and by pure instinct 066 did something he did not even knew he could do.
A bio-electric shock pulsed trough his body in a manner that electricity was getting released from his skin and all rushed across his body to the man, multiplying and then the man screamed for a second as his body turned bright enough to show his skeleton and electricity jumped off him, leaving a burned corpse to fall on the ground.
066 looked at 002 and found a nude girl… a girl, trough all this mess that option had not come to his mind that the one that was about to get raped by a male soldier was a girl…
066 felt pretty stupid and then he felt the cold hard floor slam against his face as he instantly dropped limb, the aftershock of his power outage had drained him completely.
Finally the comment of a making a blackout due to ones powers made sense, so they were similar or the same that guy and me…
Out of the corner of his eyes 066 noticed the girl getting close with worried eyes and stepping back as 010 got close as well, both having seen what happened.

In the meantime 012, 003 and 027 had escaped as well.
027and perhaps even 003 had even started to open other cells, releasing at least 033 who was running amok and not really being a help for the cause at this moment.

Once Bone had checked on 33, whom was still breathing, passed out he assumed, he noticed the guard. "Fucking pigs!" He said kicking the body in disgust. He then looks at 2 "Oh Christ, you're nude." Bone says with a start. "umm... Uhh.. H-here take my pants" Bone says as he starts to remove his pants trying not to cut them to badly with his claws.

I pressed myself close, my fingers clicking against the metal mounting for the speaker as I waited. Maybe it had been my imagination, I began lowering myself from the bed when the voice came back, soon accompanied by the sound of a man manhandling someone. What was going on? Someone was in trouble, but where? Starting to panic, I paced the room, glancing to the hazy grey outline of the door moments before sounds of scuffles and fighting came muffled from the other side.
Glancing to where the speaker was and then back to the door, I knew I should at least try. I hadn't been out of the room on my own, before...or really even tried. I tapped my fingers along the door, getting a feel for its build while feeling over the card reader. With a defeated sigh, I took a step back and dug deep before-

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The door to 73's room made small clicking noises before what looked like a dent began to push its way out the middle. Tiny groans from stress on the steel serenated the breakdown as a hole, small at first, began to grow into the door. A jet of black mist blew through the growing hole, peppering the wall on the other side of the hall with pit-marks, grout melting and causing to tiles to fall off in seconds. The mist died out when the hole was about a foot and a half wide in diameter, a melted mess emanating a sweet smell like pineapple, still sizzling for a few seconds before falling quiet...and two hands reached out, gripping the outside of the door with soft 'clinks'. Clad in ornate fishnet gloves, the hands feeling the edges for a second before giving a heft and 73 began crawling out (Dressed as pic). "Commiiiiiing!" it frantically chirped, getting itself stuck in its haste to come to the rescue and dropping its hat in the ensuing struggle.

Subject Six suddenly heard an influx of voices over the intercom system, pressing her hands to her ears. Now that she had lost her sight, her hearing was impeccable and all this noise was overwhelming. She let out a slight whimper and slid down her cell door which was still locked, waiting until the voices slowed down. Soon they began dying out, but there was running… heavy footfalls running past her door and beyond. ”Hey!” she cried in a panic, believing she was begin forgotten as people escaped. ”Please, please let me out!” her muffled shouts came from behind the door, hitting it as hard as she could with her fists and shoulder, gripping the door handle and jerking it repeatedly and hoping for new results.

007 grabbed his food tray and started wailing on his door. There was no way he could bust himself out, but he hoped he could make enough noise to get someone to open his door. It sounded like a few others had been able to free themselves, which meant it was now or never. He hoped someone came by soon to let him out otherwise he'd draw the attention of the guards and have to deal with them. He had himself ready to pounce, just in case and hit the door even harder. Hey, he thought. at least that training will come in handy