Being a scientist wasn’t easy. You saw humans suffer each day, but in this era it was the only job that could get you enough money to even pass by.

It hurt to see each person be poked and prodded with needles, shocked, drugged. But what could you do?

It didn’t hit how horrible the facility was until you got a new patient. “Experiment” as they call them. It was a young boy. Around 13-15 years old. His arms were wrapped with bandages from the amounts of testing they had already done to him, and you needed to break the news that he needed to do the shocking experiment now, seeing how much a young body could take.*

You took a deep breath as you walked into his room, and he was laying on his bed, pale as a ghost and skin and bones with his eyes closed. Damn, this one was going to hurt to see…