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Project Scorpion Day 18-19
6 years ago
The Key of Joy is disobedience Audio-to-text translation of the recording of Project Scorpion. "Draining" by Head Researcher ██. ███████
Oh god... oh god... what have I done...?
I realize I'm falling into repetition. I can't help it. It got worse... again. Yesterday was very bad. What I saw... I couldn't believe. I called in sick that day. Not because I did not want to be there, but because my very stomach had flipped. I was so full of guilt, it was making me ill. Today I returned however, perhaps with a more clear sense of direction.
What I saw, was no longer a specimen held onto a table with straps and hooked-up to a drip and a constant stream of anesthetic, it was a blood sucking machine. That is the only way I could describe it. Practically every vein close to the purple spots had been hooked up to a machine that would sap the blood. Alongside that, the specimen was now completely naked. Previously it had been given some covering for the sensitive parts but clearly Newman thought this to be necessary. An attempt at humiliation? Either way, it was not a pretty sight. It felt degrading...
Newman's assistant was standing next to the machine, looking extremely out of place and uncomfortable. I walked up to her and she was startled when I spoke to her. She apologized and handed me something that Newman had written for me; given my sick day I wouldn't have checked my email and he wanted this delivered to me before I started working on it.
The secretary then practically dashed out of the lab, leaving me to read the note on my own. It detailed what the machine was and what its purpose was. The machine would drain blood from various parts along the purple border as he called it. Only about 50 milliliters which would be stored and scanned for anomalies. If no anomalies are found, the blood will be returned into the body while from another spot blood would be drained. This process would continue until about 10 liters of blood had been scanned, about two times the amount of blood a regular person has. And presumably, the specimen as well.
We were to turn on this machine as soon as we got to work. The machine was not to turn off until it had done it's programming. Otherwise there would be "severe implications". Well... after what I've been through the last days, severe implications did not seem like such a big threat. I wanted to solve this another way.
Along with the machine, came various other devices. One of which, was something I could best describe a very thin, very long tube with a camera at its tip. Almost microscopic in size really. I'm not sure what the device was called but I've handled things like this before. Not this particular model but it's purpose is very well known. This would be the best way to drain the blood, I knew it.
I suggested it to my peers and they agreed. They were very bothered by the machine as well and if they did not have to use, they would be prefer never to touch it. What we would do was; use one of the hook-ups to insert the tube directly into the vein. The tube would follow the vein all the way into the purple spot. If we can't breach it from the outside, then we'll do it in a sneakier way. We would get in there, create a small hole for the blood to pour into the veins, quickly turn on the machine to drain it and that should be it!
We set to work, all of us hoping for that glorious moment. The tube was inserted and the camera turned on. On a big screen we could see what was in it was like inside but we didn't care. All we wanted was to reach inside the purple growths. "What if there is nothing inside it?" joked one of the junior researchers, a joke that would fall flat in any other situation, but in this one was a welcome ice breaker to the tense atmosphere. Regardless, we went ahead carefully and finally we reached the spot we were looking for. However, it seemed there was a blockade. It looked gross, like a ball of dried up mucus and puss. It was preventing us from going in. But we were too far to back-off now. We pushed gently against it and after a couple pushes, it broke loose.
The camera was instantly greeted with a flurry of brown pus that began enveloping it and streaming into the veins. Several researches told me to abort but I said that this pus would be over soon. It didn't happen. For several seconds, I watched perplexed at the amount coming through until I finally saw the error in my ways. The blockade was there for a reason.
The scariest part was... I was not the only one who woke up. As I was pulling out the tube as fast as I could, the specimen opened its eyes and its mouth. The scream that came forth from it... I have never heard a more banshee-like scream before this day. The specimen was in immense pain, broke free from its restraints and started swinging its limbs about. We tried to subdue it, keep it pinned to the table but it was strong. Very strong. Strong enough to broke an assistants nose with one desperate flail. One bright mind upped the amount of anesthetic that we were pumping in and eventually, the flailing stopped and the specimen was quiet again. We backed away, trying avert our eyes from its naked body as much as we could.
"Someone get her a blanket!" I shouted, completely disregarding protocol. The specimen was quickly covered up and new restraints were put in place. My heart was racing as one of the specimen's limbs came dangerously close to hurting me. Furthermore, the strength of the specimen was something to watch out for. It had been hurt, I don't think it wants to be hurt again.
We ended the day then and there. I made a quick rapport and send it to Newman. We were done for today... I might be done forever after this.
Day 18:Oh god... oh god... what have I done...?
Day 19:I realize I'm falling into repetition. I can't help it. It got worse... again. Yesterday was very bad. What I saw... I couldn't believe. I called in sick that day. Not because I did not want to be there, but because my very stomach had flipped. I was so full of guilt, it was making me ill. Today I returned however, perhaps with a more clear sense of direction.
What I saw, was no longer a specimen held onto a table with straps and hooked-up to a drip and a constant stream of anesthetic, it was a blood sucking machine. That is the only way I could describe it. Practically every vein close to the purple spots had been hooked up to a machine that would sap the blood. Alongside that, the specimen was now completely naked. Previously it had been given some covering for the sensitive parts but clearly Newman thought this to be necessary. An attempt at humiliation? Either way, it was not a pretty sight. It felt degrading...
Newman's assistant was standing next to the machine, looking extremely out of place and uncomfortable. I walked up to her and she was startled when I spoke to her. She apologized and handed me something that Newman had written for me; given my sick day I wouldn't have checked my email and he wanted this delivered to me before I started working on it.
The secretary then practically dashed out of the lab, leaving me to read the note on my own. It detailed what the machine was and what its purpose was. The machine would drain blood from various parts along the purple border as he called it. Only about 50 milliliters which would be stored and scanned for anomalies. If no anomalies are found, the blood will be returned into the body while from another spot blood would be drained. This process would continue until about 10 liters of blood had been scanned, about two times the amount of blood a regular person has. And presumably, the specimen as well.
We were to turn on this machine as soon as we got to work. The machine was not to turn off until it had done it's programming. Otherwise there would be "severe implications". Well... after what I've been through the last days, severe implications did not seem like such a big threat. I wanted to solve this another way.
Along with the machine, came various other devices. One of which, was something I could best describe a very thin, very long tube with a camera at its tip. Almost microscopic in size really. I'm not sure what the device was called but I've handled things like this before. Not this particular model but it's purpose is very well known. This would be the best way to drain the blood, I knew it.
I suggested it to my peers and they agreed. They were very bothered by the machine as well and if they did not have to use, they would be prefer never to touch it. What we would do was; use one of the hook-ups to insert the tube directly into the vein. The tube would follow the vein all the way into the purple spot. If we can't breach it from the outside, then we'll do it in a sneakier way. We would get in there, create a small hole for the blood to pour into the veins, quickly turn on the machine to drain it and that should be it!
We set to work, all of us hoping for that glorious moment. The tube was inserted and the camera turned on. On a big screen we could see what was in it was like inside but we didn't care. All we wanted was to reach inside the purple growths. "What if there is nothing inside it?" joked one of the junior researchers, a joke that would fall flat in any other situation, but in this one was a welcome ice breaker to the tense atmosphere. Regardless, we went ahead carefully and finally we reached the spot we were looking for. However, it seemed there was a blockade. It looked gross, like a ball of dried up mucus and puss. It was preventing us from going in. But we were too far to back-off now. We pushed gently against it and after a couple pushes, it broke loose.
The camera was instantly greeted with a flurry of brown pus that began enveloping it and streaming into the veins. Several researches told me to abort but I said that this pus would be over soon. It didn't happen. For several seconds, I watched perplexed at the amount coming through until I finally saw the error in my ways. The blockade was there for a reason.
The scariest part was... I was not the only one who woke up. As I was pulling out the tube as fast as I could, the specimen opened its eyes and its mouth. The scream that came forth from it... I have never heard a more banshee-like scream before this day. The specimen was in immense pain, broke free from its restraints and started swinging its limbs about. We tried to subdue it, keep it pinned to the table but it was strong. Very strong. Strong enough to broke an assistants nose with one desperate flail. One bright mind upped the amount of anesthetic that we were pumping in and eventually, the flailing stopped and the specimen was quiet again. We backed away, trying avert our eyes from its naked body as much as we could.
"Someone get her a blanket!" I shouted, completely disregarding protocol. The specimen was quickly covered up and new restraints were put in place. My heart was racing as one of the specimen's limbs came dangerously close to hurting me. Furthermore, the strength of the specimen was something to watch out for. It had been hurt, I don't think it wants to be hurt again.
We ended the day then and there. I made a quick rapport and send it to Newman. We were done for today... I might be done forever after this.
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