Center Neptune Implant Testing Program Notes by Julieann
[Reviews - 6] - Table of Contents - [Report This]

Printer
- Text Size +
Story Notes:
This is what happens when I want to write, but happen to have a headcold.... I blame the meds!

Center Neptune Implant Testing Program Notes

 

Name: Sirius

Species: Canine

Notes: Implant testing phase one. Techs view the subject a complete success and suggest phase two proceed with test subject "Orion".

 

File Appended: 7-Zark-7 appended this file May 7th with transcripts obtained by using the experimental animal translation systems from Quanto Tobor Industries.

 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - Elevator ride up to the exercise level! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk around the exercise room! My favorite thing! 

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted by Princess! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Space burgers from Tiny! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played with the doctors! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

4:00 pm - Obedience training! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball with Mark! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Snuck in and slept with Keyop on the bed! My favorite thing!

 

 

Name: Fluffy

Species: Feline

Notes: Only feline in implant testing. Techs request no further testing on this species (exact profane words used for this request deleted from records).

 

File Appended: 7-Zark-7 appended this file starting May 10th with transcripts obtained by using the experimental animal translation systems from Quanto Tobor Industries. 7-Zark-7 notes that several days were transcribed, but he is unsure of the quality of the recordings, citing the overwhelming negativity.

 

Day 983

 

My captors dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets before forced exercise in an enclosed. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. During the forced march into a small room and then to the prison exercise area I once again vomit on one of my prison guard shoes in an attempt to disgust and distract them. However, despite the unusual words filling the air I am unable to distract them. My day of escape must wait.

 

Day 984

 

Today I found and decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities and above-normal strength. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

 

 

Day 985

 

There was some sort of assembly of my captor's accomplices tonight including several smaller humans. I attempted to use the smaller ones, who surely must be weaker, as a diversion to make my escape. Small one with strange speech patterns caught and held me down, taunting me with bizarre little dangling objects and demanding a response. I use my increased strength to break the toy only to have it replaced with a drugged toy in the shape of a mouse that leaves me light-headed and acting the fool.

 

I must have my revenge against these smaller humans, especially the one who dangled fake feathers. I will not make the mistake of underestimating their strength, speed, or cunning again.

 

Day 986

 

Two workmen came to the prison area today. As they rested after strengthening the interior of my confines, I sat on one, gently hooking my claws into their clothing. My plan was to use my superior strength to cling to the clothing until they left, thus escape with them under the cover of their departure. The other workman went outside the room first and came back smelling strangely after something called a "cigarette". 

 

Curses! I'd picked the wrong one! I heard they are coming back again. I will repeat my escape attempt then.

 

Day 987

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my head-tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. 

 

Instead, I found myself nearly squeezed to death by the small female human walking with him, who whispered strange nonsense words and noises in my ears. The mention of my prisoner-designated name of "Fluffy" among the sounds inspires me to believe the human may be trying to pass on information. However, my hearing superiority did not help me translate or understand the words. 

 

I will also stalk the small female human in case she may be useful for further information, if I can successfully translate the information she attempted to deliver. Perhaps she is a mole operative from the outside. But, I must stay out of arms-reach to avoid further physical torture and base humiliation.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. I am certain that he reports my every move, thwarting my escape attempts. Perhaps I shall divert the small humans with him before my next escape attempt. 

~ Table of Contents ~
[Report This]
You must login (register) to review.