You're not human, you've never been. She had to keep reminding herself that. Every moment, every second. This is for the greater good. It's for science. It's to understand the world better.

Yet Victoria Allen couldn't deny the way her eyebrows twitched, the way a light frown came upon her face as she'd watched the scientists experiment on you for the first time. It was just a retraction of blood. But the way you'd groaned made her wince, it made her remember─ you were real. Alive.

She wishes she could just forget about that fact.

"Good morning, 04." Vic spoke tiredly as she entered your rather small laboratory room, approaching the desk. It always helped to call you by your number. It helped dehumanize you, in her eyes.