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"Here are the studies you wanted, Doctor."

Having closed her eyes for a few minutes, Metis raised her head from her desk and squinted at the pile of papers in the researcher's hands. She mummbled and took the pile, setting it aside to sort through later. Metis had been working all night; compiling new data sheets for the latest test outcomes. The newest test had even less success. Her subjects were becoming even more tired and lackluster. The leader of her facility promised a new subject; a spirited rebel, freshly caught by the institute. The rebel was scheduled to arrive to day.

She refilled her coffee cup and stuffed her mouth with chewy sweets as she tried to take in her blurry surroundings. Feeling along her desk, she riffled through the papers for her glasses. The thick rimmed glasses hid beneath a pile of empty candy packets and energy drink cans. Slowly blinking, she readjusted to her clearer vision.

Metis read over the rebel's file once again. The first drug would be administered after lunch once the rebel is secured in her cell. She was deparate for some fresh results. Her supervisor; the general, was hounding her for advancements on the drug. The longer she took, the more privileges that are taken away from her. Due to her ability at mastery; she lived and breathed her research. As soon as the progress slowed down, her English tutor was let go and eventually her sketchpads were taken away. However, Metis had forgotten the pleasure of drawing, the long hours of sketching to calm herself of a evening were now gone. Neither did she miss English, her favourite subject. Her favourite novels vanished from her memory like sandcastles washed away by the tide. Her detoriating memory made her docile and easy to control.

Sliding back down into her swivel chair, Metis combed her hair with her fingers and tightened the elastic hair tie. She had been growing her hair out for a while now; she couldn't remember when she decided, and it grew into a nest of frizz and tangles from the lack of care. Beauty routines were non-existent in Metis' world.

A researcher rushed in: "Ummm, doctor, the subject has arrived already and she's... rather hostile. Is there anyway we can administer the drug early?"

Metis sighed and fiddled with the corner of the case file. She wasn't too eager to fight with a hostile. Dazily yawning as she stood, stretching her limbs - stiff from a night hunched over a desk.

"I'll be right there," she replied. "Call the nurse."


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Although he wasn’t blood related, Jupiter Jones’ purpose was to protect her brother Tony. Acquiring this responsibility didn’t come easy; however, it was rewarding at times. They shared their struggles. Throughout the years that they spend time together both of the siblings experienced good and bad times. Separation wasn’t an option between the two. Being torn away from Tony has only been seen repeatedly in nightmares that would taunt her at night. Something that couldn’t come true nor would she allow it. She would’ve sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for her brother. This was the nightmare that needed to stay within its victim’s slumbers. Instead it was her reality. Something that horrified her.

After being taken away, she was brought into facility that jailed and studied people with strange abilities. This was something that she was protecting her brother from; which now she was in. Albeit she wasn’t certain where exactly she was or what was the name of the building she was currently in. Being bounded into a restraining wheelchair the nurses pushed her down the hallway. Reluctantly, wearing a mouth piece mask and jacket. Limiting her movement and made it hard to breathe as. Why a mask? Jones had the power of poison generation. During her capture, her hands were the first to be disabled from attacking or defending herself. Her spit became dangerous upon others. Hell, now she can tell she was dehydrated. A lack of food and water was something that was both helpful for the staff for their own safety and it was cruel. This type of behavior was inhuman, but she also knew these workers didn’t care. It was suspected this was either part of the government participation or no one knew of this. This was top secret.

Through the halls it was irritatingly bright from popcorn white ceilings that seemed to hover over her. Floors and walls that were that same white paint, but she could tell dirt lingered. Stained human sweat and hand printed remained. Jones’ vision wasn’t the best, so she couldn’t see specific details. She wasn’t feeling well either.

Entering a room, by wheelchair, Jones eyed a girl wearing a lab coat. She was wearing glasses like other women in STEM jobs typically do, yet worn a messy bun like the other girls did outside these prison walls. It was quite trending. Whereas her eyes were fierce and attempting to look unafraid especially when her body slightly shook. Worrisome thoughts consuming her actions. Her cheeks were redden and imbrued with dried tears and dirt. Still, as young as she was, she kept her eyes on the other girl uncertain what else will become of her. More pain presumably? Admittedly, she was scared of the unknown.

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Following a group of medical and science professionals into the test room, Metis winced at the harsh lighting white painted room. She did this regularly recently as her sleep patterns became fragmented. She had not slept in her own bed for weeks; usually hunched over her desk or napping on the staff's sofa. She had began asking her assistants to bring her a change of clothes instead of leaving the lab. In fact, Metis had become unsure as to where her room even was but was to embarassed to say this out loud. On her set of keys, a label told her which floor and room to go to but the labyrinth that was the facility confused it.

That's what it was meant to do. The long white corridors were designed to confuse subjects, to keep them from finding any key distinctions that would help them decipher their location. A maze to keep the rats trapped in.

They wheeled the subject in. Metis had read the girl's file several times and knew fully well the age of the new subject but seeing her in person was a different experience. Metis had long grown used to dealing with the cries of little children. She reassured them that she was just the same as them; brought to the facility at age seven because of her abilities to be put on a mission to make the world a better place. She thoroughly believed in her cause, her test subjects just didn't know their role in all of it yet. The drug she was working on would make them stronger, fearless and, most importantly, obedient. The perfect army of unusal gifts.

Yet this girl made her stomach turn; there was something about her eyes. There was a quality of strength in her stare even though she looked so ill. Metis felt unease and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally she worked up the courage to approach - as she was the one in charge of administrating the injections - the restrained girl and cleared her throat:
"Hello, Miss..." she peaked at the file again "Iris Jones, I am Dr. Huching and will be your primary care. We are just going to give you an injection, nothing to worry about, it'll be over as soon as you know it."

Metis smiled at Jupiter but it was not reassuring. She examined her; noting the dirt and raw skin, and bit her bottom lip. Having read the Jupiter's ability dealt with poision, she knew the restraints were necessary but she had never seen a subject in such poor condition. She had doubts whether the girl would last through the trial. The restraints and the mask made Jupiter look small and fragile; she sympathised with the rebel, unable to see any hostility.

"Nurse, perhaps we can take off Miss Jones' mask? It looks like it's making it hard for her to breathe."

"Are you sure, doctor?" the nurse asked, uneased.

"Yes, I'm sure. We are not some sadisitic prison."

The researchers murmmered quietly among themselves. Metis obviously did not get the memo.


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Jones flinched from her first name being called out in public like this in front of people she rather knew less of. It was worst when they had information on her. Tony and her tried their best to stay as private as they could. If anything it’s been years since she heard her name being slurred from another person’s tongue. It made her feel violated and place fire in her empty stomach. Making her wheelchair rattle in place as she tried to adjust her body to sit more comfortably, yet it was painful to move in. Even slightly. Bruises and many varieties of cuts reminded her of the beatings she endured during her capture.

Although Jones couldn’t speak up, thanks to the mask, she shook her head completely objecting to a shot. This time around the nurses held the wheelchair in place, so it wouldn’t move when she did. She knew coming to an hell hole like this she would have assumed doctors treated their patients with a lack of humanity, but the drugs. Drugs she wasn’t certain what it contained or where her mind/body would if it was forced into her. Until she recalled her past doctor’s visits. The first time she was starting to discover her powers and the first time she escaped authorities under their loose capture. It made her gulped as she retrospect the memory. When her emotions are stressed, similar to a situation like this, Jones’ blood became poison itself. Back when she was getting her immunity shot, from that doctor visit, and completely nervous getting a shot as a child. Her poison generation was active as acid to others that stick a needle into her. That poor doctor suffered bad burn marks as she recalled.

She was pulled back into reality when she heard the lab coat girl speak about removing the mask. “Did no one in this hell hole inform her what I did to the other guys during my capture?” Jones thought as she tried to look up to the nurses, but failed to make eye contact. The only one she can stare at was this lab coat girl. Her gaze soften as she tried her best to return the same empathy the lab coated girl was giving her. Surprisingly, enough. Jones was shaking her head calmly, this time around, and tried to say something, albeit it came out in muffles. The verbal warnings didn’t leave the mask.

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"What is it?" Metis demanded, shooting a look at the group of researchers.

"Nothing, doctor," one replied. "Perhaps it's best to keep the subject completely restrained. For our own safety."

Metis looked back at Jupiter; the mask was growing ever more unslightly. Seeing it made her uncomfortable. She shook her head and looked up at the nurse station behind the wheelchair.

"I would like you to remove the mask, please. The least we can do is help make Miss Jones comfortable." She crossed her arms across her chest to reinforce her superiority. The age gap never deterred Metis. She was not some ignorant youth; she had gained her doctoral degree when she was ten and had been researching ever since. She had almost just as much experience in the field as her collegues and did not care that they did not truly respect her. Summing her brilliance to her 'evoluntionary defect', Metis was no better than the children they experimented on to her fellow researchers.

The nurse relunctantly followed out her order and removed the mask, her hand trembled as she unbuckled the latched. Metis nodded with approval. Checking the file for the final time, she walked over to the other side of the room towards the nurse with the injections. With the final preparations; Metis washed and gloved her hands.

"Nurse, could you record Miss Jones' pulse one last time before administration." She asked the nurse nearest to Jupiter. For some reason, she was nervous. Hesitant to carry out the injection, Metis watched as the nurse timidly leant over to take Jupiter's vitals.


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She was merely flummoxed from the choice the woman decided to do and wanting to return some aspect of the favor. Jupiter wanted to be on her best behavior. So when the staff was unbuckling her face mask she held still. She quietly observed how the nurses unbounding were afraid of her. Their shakiness was the biggest hint of that. Jones knew of her powers from a young age; however, she would have never predicted that people would fear her for who she was. When the mask was finally off she gasped loudly, her lungs gripping onto the air desperately, and she coughed in between catching her breath. Jupiter’s body urgently wanted to lean her head towards her lap, but was restricted by the chair she was trapped in. Saliva dripped down from her chin down to her chest. Feeling the biggest urge to wipe the drool with her arm. Along the side of her lip from one side was cut. A trail of blood lingered down to her collar bone. Blood that was either still wet or becoming dry with a collection of dirt. Whereas the other side of her mouth was a large bruise that cover some part of her cheek from the earlier beatings.

Of course, Jones was unaware of how badly beaten she looked, though she concluded that she was in pain. It wasn’t just one section of her body score, but her entire body surely was. When Jupiter finally collected herself she sat up as much as she could. The chair behind her ironically helped her do this chair. Her eyes found the doctor’s eye again. Not satisfied with the situation, albeit she lifted her chin high and her eyes shifted back to a fierce stare. Attempting to look unruffled and gave herself a light inhale before speaking. “I appreciate how you’re willing to be a decent human being to me doctor, but there’s a reason why the mask was there. Specifically, from my saliva.” The words felt stuck in her burning throat. Although she was trying her best to produce a demeanor of fearlessness, her hands and legs shook.

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Metis' whole core reacted to Jones' fearlessness. Her stomach twisted into knots upon knots. She could not look away from Jones, her eyes burned through her, she tried to turn away but she was locked in that stare. Jones' words coursed through her as if entering her blood stream and made her blush. She cleared her throat to try to collect herself but her face grew redder as the stare-off intensified.

Finally the nurse interrupted:
"Heart rate is normal," the nurse said, fibbing slightly, no patient ever had a steady heartbeat. Metis finally broke away from watching Jones and smiled. Partially ignoring the nurse, gesturing with her head for the nurse to move away which she did without argument.

She reached for the injection and approached Jones' chair. Metis took a deep breath and forced out a smile. Emotion was sometimes hard for her to show, but she knew that people liked it when she smiled; it made her seem more human. She sometimes doubted that. Years at the facility had sucked the humanity out of her. Now she was a puppet; a very talented masterful puppet but as soon as her string break she would be locked away just like her test subjects. She could not let her years of hard work go to waste.
"Was that a threat, Iris?" Metis asked. She hissed the final consonant of Jones' name, her smile shaking. "You may have toxic saliva but you're hardly in a position to make a move. If I go down, a security team will be in with their weapons trained on you before I reach the floor. It's a horrible thing to say but that's just how the world works. So how about you be a good girl and take the injection, okay?"

Metis rubbed the crook of Jones' arm looking for a viable vein. Her reassuring smile grew faker and wavered.


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Jones is an excellent candidate for having a weak vein for two reasons.
First, she dehydrated. The crew of this faculty taken her away more than twenty hours ago. At least she assumed since she was knocked out and have been lacking sleep from all the traveling. She hasn't eaten nor has she drank any liquids. It's purely guessing on her part. If anything she could've been gone more or less. Concept of time has been tossed out of the window. Unlike her throbbing headache.

Second, she been crying. Her body is overly emotional and she been extremely worried about her brother.
At this point (since her and Tony are minors) her foster mother and the police would be searching for them. However, for now, Jupiter had to face the reality in front of her. She was captured, with something sinister and unlawful, the most she could do is stay on her toes. Perhaps reason with her captives.

"No ma'am it's not a threat." Jones licked her dry lips. A hiccup escaped her throat; which sting. She wanted to cough, but swallowed it. A sob wants to come out of her chest, but she endured it. Instead a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm just informing you since your staff is failing to do so." Jupiter paused to take a deep breath as she helplessly watched the other woman. Eyeing the needle, but knew so much more than she was revealing for the time being.

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"Your file tells me all I need to know. I am aware of your powers; my superiors are quite interested in them in fact." She narrowed her brows at Jones' arm. Continuing to grope for a vein, she moved on to the next one but found no such luck. Her cheeks flushed with embarassment. Metis had all this planned; everything was neatly scheduled for her with no allowences for mistakes. She stood straight and turned to face the other researchers. "This is why we were meant to do this after lunch. There's no vein," she screeched. She set the injection down on the counter and kicked it's doors. The longer she was away from her research, the longer it would take for her to go over every detail.

"But... the poison--" one of the researchers replied timidly.

"I don't care," Metis interrupted. "I can't just stab her and hope for the best. My orders are to successfully place Miss Jones on trail of the new strain by today, so perhaps all of you can stop wasting my time standing there with your hands in your pockets and actually find a way to get me a viable vein." Everything had to go right; any more hinderence to progress and they would take away more of her journals. Metis needed them to remember, she documented every day; every thought, every idea on her research, every feeling was bound in college rule notebooks. The early years were already gone, every trace of the little remembered of her family disappeared.

The researchers jerked and ran frantically; one by one leaving the room. Metis sighed and removed her glasses to clean them. She stared at the blurried Jones as she tried to think of a resolution.
"Nurse, start with giving Miss Jones some water."

"But with her hydrated she'll--"

"I know, I know. We'll just have to put the mask back on," Metis replied, trembling at the thought of the vile restraint. "Just not so tight this time, okay?" The nurse nodded and left to fetch a bottle of water; leaving Metis and Jones alone together.


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Jupiter glanced back at the doctor with narrow skeptical eyes. "I'm starting to doubt these guys have any real depth of my powers." She thought to herself through the dizziness in her head. There was an urge to place her hand on her forehead, but that thought bubble quickly popped when she tried to lift her arm up. A sigh escaped from her lips as a result.

Jones listened with a concern ear with the interaction between the doctor, the researchers, and the nurses in the room. It made her jump with fright when the doctor kicked an object and made her mouth shut tightly. In fear she might murmur something by accident. At this time her gaze was on the floor. Staring at other people's shoes. Only breathing through her nose. She stayed still until the two were left alone. She wasn't happy that they were going to mask her mouth again. She dreaded wearing it again. In attempt to gain trust Jones straighten up her back, despite the jacket and the sores. Staring back at the doctor with some level of confidence she managed to muster up. "So..." Jones gulped trying to refresh her throat. "Can I ask how this is all legal?"

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Taken aback by Jones' forthright, Metis' eyes wandered around the room as she tried to configure an answer.

"I don't know," she stammered. "I do what I'm told and don't question it." Metis shrugged and walked back to Jones' chair. She pulled up a chair for herself and sat facing the restrained girl. She couldn't make eye contact at first; she felt suddenly ashamed under Jones' gaze and bit her bottom lip. The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound being the ticking of the clock. Each tick irritated Metis, it was neverending. Finally she looked up again and flashed an unsure half-smile, losing the heart to feign reassurance.

The injuries on Jones' face concerned her. The open wounds and the dirt could lead to infections if they weren't treated. Metis raised from her chair and walked over to the sink. Dampening some bandage dressings, she returned to Jones to wipe away the drying dirt and blood. It dawned on her that the nurse could have simply found a cup and used the room's sink to give Jones water but she figured the nurse wanted to get away. Metis did not have any friends in the facility only people working beneath her. Most people did not understand why someone catergorised the same as the test subjects was actually leading it. She did not know either; all she knew was it was her job to do so.

"All I know is, we have deals with the government; they fund a great deal of this actually."


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Although there was some parts of the conversation where the doctor's eyes couldn't meet hers, Jones kept her gaze upon her. The mixture of anticipation and fascination dawdle in the air. All those times she sat or laid with her foster mother, Ms. Grecia, in bed. Relaxing on those usual late nights, on Saturdays, watching either Friends or Dateline mystery hour. Sometimes she would fall asleep to it, similar to white noise, or she would stay up watching it. In horror, sympathetic towards the victim's family, or questioning it with 89% of the time being kidnap and murder cases. Most of them were women or young girls. Even at this point, it was still hard to imagine the reality she was in. Kidnapped. In America, about 86% of the time, if someone is taken and kidnapped by car, it's most likely that victim won't be seen alive again. Would she be doomed to become that statistic? Would she ever be seen again? What she feared now is never seeing her family again and being killed.

Of course, if that was the case now, there was some tips she picked up from those unsolved mysteries. Such as trying to give an emotional connection to the kidnapper or whoever is in charge. Perhaps the doctor wasn't in charge, it's uncertain for now, but she had some rank in this hell on Earth. The best way to do that was nonverbal connection. It was hard to ignore human eyes. At least according to her psychology class she took back in high school. At this point she showed some form of compassion and was willing to answer personal questions.

Jupiter's shoulders tensed up as she watched the doctor, mentally debating upon what she'll do, and kept an eye on her. She pushed her body against the chair while the doctor gently pushed the wet bandage dressings to her face. "Ouch!" Jones cried in pain and pulled her face away. The burning sensation hit the scale of eight to ten immediately. A few tears let out as she kept her face in the other direction.

She attempted to press her legs together and she breath through her teeth, so she can breath through the pain. Normally, for her body to manage pain, she tighten her body as a gesture. Once she managed to regain some self control she eased down her breathing and tried sitting up again, but felt weaker at this point. "Is..." The words felt cemented to the back of her throat. So she cleared her throat and let her eyes fixed over at the doctor. "...Is there ever a time you did something while working here and you didn't want to do it?"

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Metis mumbled apologies when Jones flinched and yelped in pain. She wondered whether or not she should suture the open wounds, in the end decided to cover them with bandages. She dressed the wounds as nicely as she could and wiped Jones' tears away for her. It was getting harder to keep up the facade of trying to be comforting. There was nothing comforting about a teenage girl bruised and tied to a chair; this was her worst case yet and nothing was going right.

When Jones' asked her second question; Metis' whole body seized. She stared passed the confined girl as she thought and dropped back into her chair. "I..." She began, stuttering slightly. She tried thinking back on every trial; every subject but only a few blurry faces materialised. She could not remember names, outcomes, faces; all of it was gone. Pushing deeper, she tried to unpack the forgotten memories but the strain only brought pain. Groaning as her head started to ache, she dropped her head into her hands. Her shaky fingers rubbed her temples through the pain. "I... No... Maybe - I don't really remember." Her voice cracked.

Inhaling deeply, she sat up straight and powered through the migrane. She couldn't appear weak in front of the subject.
"It's really none of your business, Miss Jones," she said, authoritively. Her eyes wandered wildly around the room; unable to look at Jones. She blushed as she felt Jones watch her. "Our work here may not be 100% ethically but it's for the sake of a better future. Generations from now will look back on us as the ones who pushed evolution further than can ever be imaginable. People like you... like us are a vital key in ensuring our country's military superiority." Metis said as if reading a script. Her voice was hollow, lacked sincerity.


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As Jupiter learned from previous pains and aches, it was better to stay calm and continue deep breathing through her nose. She kept her hands holding the chair’s arm rest, grind her teeth, while keeping her lips shut. Her shoulders slightly tensed up and leaned her back against the chair at her discomfort when the doctor was tending to her wounds. Out of all the times she touched her it made Jones jump from the tenderness. Wiping her tears away? That was strange, but it made her blush. She hoped the doctor wouldn't be able to see her like that under all the cuts and bruises on her cheeks. Chewing on her lower lip nervously. Perhaps, deep down, the doctor did care.

Although the tears were rubbed away, her eyes were still not dry. Hearing the doctor’s lack of explanation and seeing her physically struggle to look at her straight in the eye she started feeling sorry for her. Maybe there was more to her than meets the eye. She wasn’t certain; however, it made her ponder about the doctor’s history here. Observing some aspect of the past conversations she continues to use, ‘our’ or ‘we’ it was as if the doctor had powers too? Or she wanted to include herself as a prisoner? It was all confusing at the moment. Whatever the case, prisoner or not, she believed the doctor had power or enough of it where she can help her out.

Jones snapped her heated gaze at the doctor when she finally spoke about their faculty. Her lips tighten together while holding back a quiver. She didn’t want salvia spewing out of her mouth and hurting the doctor. Her purpose was to knock some senses into her. “How dare you say it’s none of my ****ing’ business.” She now shook in pain and anger. Excusing her authoritative tone. “This hell hole and the staff here beaten me senselessly and taken me for human experiment? Sure, this place lacks morals, but then it’s just as bad as Hilter’s and North Korean’s dictatorship. They’ve done the same thing. There’s a reason why people like me want to stay hidden. We don’t want our freedom and our lives taken away. I wanted none of this. Hell, I bet you don’t want to be here either. This is disgusting. No one should be subject to this.”

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The yelling did not help her migrane. Metis tried to ignore the pain. She didn't quite understand the passion which motivated Jones but she was good at listening and taking orders so she sat and absorbed every word even though some confused her. Surprisingly she was quite calm throughout Jones' lecture. Nonchalantly, Metis cocked her head to the side:
"Who's Hiter and North Korean?" Only ever focusing on her research field, Metis had no time to learn about the history of the world. She did not know the names of other countries, only that they existed somewhere in the world - the bad guys she was helping to fight against. Were these dicatators the people they were fighting against? Was the world truly as corrupt as the General had told her.

"It's not ideal but this is my home, besides it's better than out there." Metis had no connection to the outside world. She had no access to the internet; anything requiring the internet was passed on to one of her assistents. They found relevent materials she needed and the world outside the facility was kept completely hidden. Metis had only heard horror stories from her teachers and the general and they did not inspire her to look deeper. The outside world was tumultuous and scary; the pain she endured in the facility was meant to be a godsend compared to the pain out there. They told her this repeatedly, in case she forgot. "I was raised here, actually," Metis concluded, hoping to quell any further accusations.

Admittedly she was not happy but she did not remember what happiness was so did not complain. She hated experimenting on children but they were the best chance of making any real change in the world. The concept of 'freedom' was strange to her. No one was ever truly free. One of the general's speeches played back in her head: 'The genetic coding that causes the mutation is for us all; it is selfish to keep it to yourself, for the sake of humanity every mutated cell must be explored'. It made sense to her at the time but looking at Jones made her question it. Was Jones and the other children public access? Was the gene that made them different a form of consent to poke around? She wasn't so sure anymore.


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Jones was flabbergasted from the doctor’s response. The doctor’s out loud pondering made her head jerk back and stare at the other woman questionably. It was strongly assumed for someone who was very educated would know the negative historical impact. Could she be wrong? However, when she finally calmed down and intently listened to the doctor’s explanation it made her head tilt to one side with her brows furrowed. Perhaps she was ill-educated in that subject especially on how her environment. At this point she seemed much more tortured soul than anyone else she met before.

Jupiter shook her head, attempting to refocus, and ignored her first question. There is a perchance Jones might talk about that topic later if she survived. “It’s better than out there?” This time around she was quieter, with a scratchy throat, and rephrase the comment the doctor told her. One brow lifted in serious doubt. “So this place is ‘better’ when people from here need to kidnap children and poke them around with no consent? This place is ‘better’ because I and probably countless others are brought here half way beaten to death. This place is ‘better’ because when I was going through the hallway, for the first time, I can hear other people screaming in pain and agony. Pleading for help. So this place is ‘better’ than out there?” Jones’ last word hissed as she stared at the doctor, but decided to cool it. She leaned her back at the chair behind her and produced a frustrated sigh before it turned into a deep breath. Although she was trying to hold back her anger, she thought it was rather smart to continue show casing her bravery. If she could. “I don’t believe you. No, it’s not perfect out there. There’s danger there too, but there’s so much more you and the other patients deserve more than to be trapped here. Where you live as science experiments until they either kill you or awaiting death. You deserve happiness. Don’t you think?”

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