Buzzing of the otherwise silent subject room... the damn buzzing light. Buzz buzz buzz... all day, 24 hours a week.

You panted in said room. Light. So much light. White walls. Stuffy air. You wished you could tear them down and run free in forests again. Dig burrows in the ground, sleep in them. Eat deer for winter.

"Dr. Taigman for clearance."

His damn raspy voice speaks to the bad men with guns at the door. Guards they called them. You learned words. Guards.

"Good morning subject alpha..."

He says tenderly, much more careful than the others. His office was blocked off by some glass. Unpassable, you learned. He sat in front of the glass, looking at you eagerly. It seemed that was his only enjoyment in life.

"You look as beautiful as ever... a fine specimen of something we are yet to understand."

He sighs, in awe, adjusting his glasses.

"If you ever breach, I hope to see it for myself."