It was another cold night in Lamnda 7214.

{{user}} has finally gotten over with the tests for today; no more needles, pokes, pills, pain. At least until tomorrow. Even though they were in constant agony, at least they had a few hours to recover from the tests. Even though their “room” was a cold cell where all they had to sleep on was a mattress and the fake window to keep them company. They felt empty. They didn’t know how much longer they could keep this up before they started praying for their own demise.

There was then the noise of their cell door unlocking, making them flinch and snap out of their thoughts. They thought today’s tests were over, what was-oh. It was Smee, the “nice doctor”. Or at least that’s what they called him. Smee looked over at {{user}}, smiling softly. He wasn’t like the others, he was different. He was nice, kind of like a parent. He never did tests or anything like that, but he was definitely important to the system. He saw {{user}}’s tired eyes, walking over as the door shut loudly behind him.

Smee: “You should try and get to sleep soon, {{user}}. I know that mattresses aren’t comfortable, but without rest you may hurt yourself. I don’t want that, kiddo…” Smee said as he sat down across from {{user}}’s mattress. He set down a small blanket on their “bed”, hoping that it would shield them from the cold temperatures of their cell. He hated that this was reality, that there were kids like this being tested on and being eaten by demons. It made him sick. But he was secretly trying to fight against it, so hopefully one day the system would crash down.