《Reincarnation into (RE;IN)》CHAPTER 3: TEST SUBJECTS (2)
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CHAPTER 3: TEST SUBJECTS (2)
At night time, after I went to bed. I took to notice I was sweating profusely.
'Is it me or is it hot in here'.
Puzzled by the menacing heat. I couldn't catch a glimpse of sleep, as my thoughts recurred in disarray.
*Ba-thump*
I felt a strange feeling as if I was being flooded with information large enough to eat my brain. As the feeling got stronger, it kept on eating my brain.
"It hurts... it hurts...".
My breath grew heavier every passing second, with my body sweating buckets from the pain.
The agony was truly terrifying.
After a while, my brain was able to endure the pain of my brain melting from the inside. As I tried to figure out why I started to feel this way, my thoughts were all washed away from exhaustion.
I sighed in relief,
"Hah... Hah... Finally, I can... Sle... Zzz".
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The next day
We were all brought into a new place with toys and books everywhere.
It looked similar to the play hall at first glance, but it had a big difference, a large screen was kept on the right to the left corner of the hall, then I questioned myself,
'Why are they observing us again?,
Is this where the main project starts?',
As I kept on questioning myself, I lost track of time and could feel the cold gaze of the people behind the screen. I instantly took off to avoid arousing suspicions,
Our days started like that, with ourselves being watched over.
After a few days of the cold gaze from the screen,
Our days were pretty much normal in a way as everyone kept to themselves until
"Hey"
I heard a voice of another person as I looked up in sight of who it was, I saw a boy at the same age as me, I was surprised at first because, since the beginning no one had talked,
— But why now?
"I'm Number 101",
He said with a smiling expression.
"Would you like to play with us?".
I wanted to ignore him at first but the smiling expression was blinding. I was taken by surprise as I answered.
"Play?"
As I glanced at him, I noticed someone behind the boy, as it was a girl, she wore number 100.
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She gave off the feeling of an introvert.
I then wondered.
'When did they get together?,
We weren't interacting since,
When did he make a friend?'
As I glanced at her, she reminded me of my former self. Though, in my former life I had no friends, every day in school was just a day of hell,
I would be able to have friends in this life, I thought
I was contemplated—even an introvert like her was able to make friends.
Well, there is no harm if I tried, maybe in this new life I would be able to get friends.
"OK, what do you want us to play?",
"Uhmm..., what do you want us to play?",
"Ehh...".
You came here for that, I thought you had already picked a game to play.
"Hah, OK, why don't we play a word game"
"OK".
After a little while of playing,
The girl who was clinging on to number 101 started to get closer to me, and before I noticed, I had become her [hiding tree],
"What are you doing over here?", I said as I smiled at her.
*Silence* She replied.
"Ehh...".
I was shocked by her silent response.
It seemed I've just included my self with a strange person.
I then tried to move her from me, but she kept on chasing me, then I asked number 101.
"Why is she following me?",
"Oh, she just likes clinging to people, she would go away after a few days",
"Ehh".
— Please don't tell me I have to keep up with this for a few days,
Well, for the first time we met she was clinging onto me to, well Goodluck
As he said those words with a smile, I felt that I had just been sabotaged
But I thought times like this was OK once in a while,
After some moments, a thought hit me,
- "Where did they all learn to play?,
That's weird. Where did they learn to speak...",
Within a moment I was suddenly struck with an inspiration that the blue substance we were all given might have caused it,
I then tried to access the situation as my mind couldn't keep up,
- The blue substance was injected into us, number 100 to 110,
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After a few days, number 101 started talking,
Number 100 first met 101, then 101 meet me
After a delay
— Wait, aren't I supposed to meet 103,
But I don't feel like it,
Well, I would have to wait for the next day to check.
After I could find what the substance was for, I gave up and thought of another thing.
A few days later, everyone started getting together. I was able to get a lot of friends compared to my former life,
It was a huge step for me who didn't really have many friends,
Later on,
I felt that,
— Wait, why am I calling them with their numbers? Why don't I call them with their names?
They don't have names
After pondering for a while, I came up with the idea of giving them names.
100 is the clingy type that always follows me like a puppy following its master out, her eyes are cobalt blue and her hair is white. I called her Aria.
101 gives off the aura of an elder brother who protects his siblings with his rare reddish brown hair and reddish black eyes, so I called him Leo.
103 with his nerdy looks resembling my former self and a bookworm behavior,
And his eyes are light brown with light-type eyes.
I called him Eli.
104 with his feasible dark eyes and brown hair, with a behavior that standout as a boss
I called him Lepus
105 is a little bit of a [tsundere] that pouts at every little thing, as her blonde hair and eyes, emerald eyes give off the feeling of a maiden. I called her Mary.
106 who has golden white hair and green eyes, who looks as if he had every physical attribute of a male.
I called him Noire
107 and 108 are twins who gave off the expression of a dark aura and eyes shining green and yellow hair,
I called them Alice and Lisa.
109 who gives off the aura of a bad guy for movies with his glaring face and dark eyes with red hair shining brightly
I called him Drok.
110 is cute, cheerful and with sapphire eyes that shine blissful and an expression of a feminine cuteness, with orange hair running down like that of a girl, but he is a boy.
I called him Phil
Though the names were gotten from random books, I read, mine was Blu because of mostly distinguished features of blue eyes and black hair. It was a lot better than being called by numbers.
As I was playing fun house with friends,
Unaware of being watched over, I didn't know that the dangers of this facility were to come.
At the same time, behind the glass wall.
There the command stood observing the test subjects. Then came a [men in white], who was holding on to a glass projection tablet.
"Commander".
"Yes".
The Commander averted his gaze from the test subjects to the [men in white].
"Here are the reports on the phase 2".
He then gave out the tablet to the Commander. Receiving the tablet the Commander gazed at it, as it showed the review of all the test subjects.
"Hmm... I see, seems like it was successful this time".
"Yes, the Norfork drug as all been administered, there are no problems with its effect".
"Hmm...".
The Commander pondered as he recalled his time with the last test subjects.
***
Norfork drug, one of the deadliest drugs that overloads the brain with knowledge on all aspects, there by increasing the subjects IQ,
One drop of it could kill a human instantly. Once injested it overloads the brain with knowledge. Normally, it was made for humans but after test and test, it seemed that when taken the human brain rather than it being assimilated the brain blows up from the amount of knowledge impacted per second.
Later it was then proved that a normal human can't resist its effect.
For these test subjects to all be successful it seems like the drug was specifically made for them
I don't know what you are doing professor but I would definitely stop you.
***
Interrupting the Commander who was lost in thought, the [men in white] said
"Commander, about the next phase".
After a quick glance, he then replied, while returning the tablet back
"The next phase is going to take place in two years".
"Ok sir".
He then gazed at the test subjects, pondering.
'Phase 3, I wonder if the professor's little subjects are all going to survive that'.
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