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E-XI-05 copyright 2025 comidacomida The experiment didn't know much of existence beyond what had been digitally uploaded into its partitioned brain, a combination of meat and biotech jumbled together in a skull that had been vat-grown to accomidate everything that its creators desired and nothing they didn't. As it turned out, they had a far easier time when adding things than subtracting, and 'conditioning' the undesired cognitive dissonance out of the experiment added to its many experiences of pain, agony, hurt, and cruelty or, as its creators referred to it: compliance. Compliace was important to them, and they did everything the could to make the experiment want to comply without forcing it to... which was an option they fell back on when it was at its most reluctant to listen. It had been a long time since they last had to force it to. The experiment was learning, and that pleased its creators, which decreased the amount of suffering to which it was subjected. "O5" they called it, the fifth produced unit from the eleventh iteration of an experiment. Its entire designation was E-XI-05, but "05" was much easier for them to say. Even though it was good at following directions, compliance was not the only time it was subjected to pain. Since 05 had been through rapid growth in a protein vat it had to be able to receive the kinds of training that would make it what its creators referred to as "worthwhile". Most created organisms underwent such "programming" while they were in their growth phase before being activated but, for whatever reason, such a thing was not possible for those who created the experiment and, as such, it was forced to undergo uploading sessions in which knowledge was forcefully fed into its organic and biotech brain. The head scientist always ensured that the experiment would only have one hour and fifty eight minutes of uploading at a time since anything more than two hours could have caused permanent physical damage; psychological damage was not taken into account since they had ways to repair the worst of that, and it was faster than delaying uploads. Although 05's opinion did not matter whatsoever, it liked neither the upload procedure nor the repair. Still, it was only pain and, by the end of its 437th cycle of weekly uploads the agony of the experience became familiar and, as the experiment had learned, that which was familiar was far less painful than the unexpected. Compliance was a part of that understanding; when 05 did what it was told then the pain it experienced was measured, scheduled, and familiar, but when it was subjected to correction or, worse yet, punishment... those were different kinds of pain entirely. Its scheduled treatments and procedures had pain as a side effect, while corrective action caused pain for the purpose of pain and, worse, that pain was delivered to be maximally debilitating in a way that would not cause damage, meaning its handlers were far more likley to deliver it in abundence. No... 05 did not much care for its handlers either. To say that the experiment understood the passage of time wouldn't have been an entirely incorrect assessment but, since it had never been outside and was only able to gauge where it was in its waking/sleeping cycle based on what the scientists around it were doing, the 'clock' by which it told time was far different than a standard individual's understanding of time of day or, for that matter, day of the week. 05 only understood a week based on specific experiments done on it based on the day of the week. For 05, the seven days of the week were technical day, light poking day, heavy poking day, upload day, good boy day, then two days alone. It was a simple understanding, more or less, about what to expect. On technical day, 05's implanted and trained skills were put to the test-- whether it was diffusing a bomb, piloting a star freighter, bypassing a magnetic security lock, or forcing an electric passcode without credentials, the experiment was put through its paces, being made to interact with systems and objects that it had never actually encountered outside of hypotheticals, skill uploads, or VR training. Out of all of the testing days, technical day was one that 05 liked the most since the scientists would be pleased and leave it alone... presuming he did well. Light poking day consisted of 05 being restrained in a metal armchair, at which point the attending people in white body suits would take several vials of blood from it, swab its muzzle for several gause balls of saliva, and manipulate its sheath so that they could attach a beaker to collect urine samples from it. All in all, it was not as bad as heavy poking day, which was much more uncomfortable since they used larger needles to take body fluids directly from its viscera and spine. Heavy poking day was very unpleasant and, even though it went faster than light poking, it left the experiment in great pain for the rest of the day. Upload day was when the experiment was put into the metal chair, strapped down, and infused with whatever training program the people had planned for him. If he'd done poorly with technical day then they would run programs from the prior week; if he'd done well then they selected new training for him. It was painful either way, and probably one of the experiment's least favorite days... not that his opinion mattered at all, or that the people who handled him bothered asking. The only time he'd ever had it explained to him, the person in question said that upload day was to make sure that the experiement could be as useful as possible. 05 knew that it was supposed to be useful, so that was a good thing. Goodboy day was the least troublesome of all days, which was good because it came after upload day, and the experiment was often not able to do much after that. Once again returned to its metal armchair, the experiment was shackled down and one of the people caring for him would manipulate his sheath until the flesh within came out. At that point, they would slide a synthetic sleeve over it, which would stimulate his member until it ejaculated. It was not as painful as either of the poking days but, for reasons it could not fathom, the experience felt more invasive than even upload day. Most of the time its caretakers were able to obtain a sample which, invariably, it would be praised as a "good boy". They even said that it should be appreciative of its "special treat time", but it never felt like a special treat... it wasn't even sure what a special treat was supposed to feel like but, to 05, good boy day just felt like another day-- one in which it felt less pain, granted, but certainly not something that it felt was worthy of any real kind of celebration... not like the next two days, at least... days when it was left to its own devices and completely ignored by its caretakers. THOSE were good days... or, rather, so it used to think. The experiment's first impression that something in its life had changed was when its alone day followed heavy poking day. It hadn't overhead its caretakers mention any deviation from the normal schedule and it was left wondering if it they were going to restart the following day with upload day, or just skip it entirely and go to good boy day. That question remained, however, when its caretakers were also absent the following day, and the day after that, and the day after that. 05 had been left in a set of shackles in the transition from its metal armchair for the heavy poking day and had never actually been brought back to its holding cell, leaving it in an especially uncomfortable position. It was usually discourged from talking but, toward the end of day four it called out... its cries went unheard for many more days and, after a time, the lights that had been its constant companion for as long as it could remember turned off, leaving it entirely alone. After that, more time passed at whatever pace time was prone to pass, completely untracked by the experiment, who remained oblivious to everything except its aching muscles and its inability to eat, or drink, or even really sleep. What finally did break through the tedium of nothingness, however, was something new. A sharp, metallic clang, followed by a muted "Fuck!" was hardly the loudest thing that the experiment had ever heard but, admidst the world of silence that had been all encompassing, it was as poignent as one of the research station's contanimation alarms. 05 opened its eyes for the first time it what may have been days, glancing around in near-blackness. While the overhead illumination had gone out there were still small diodes that remained alight and its efficient vision was able to use that enough to see its surroundings. What made it harder to see, in fact, was a powerful cone of light that suddenly banished the darkness in the room when one of the doors opened unexpectedly. The bearer of the light did not have a familiar scent and that, coupled with being unprepared for the intervention of a light source caused the experiment to growl. It realized right away that growling was not an approved action for it to do around one of its caretakers, which meant it would likely be subject to punishment, but it couldn't help but continuing to growl. The person carrying the light rotated it until it all but blinded the experiment, and 05 heard a shark intake of breath, followed by a completely unfamiliar voice speaking in an even more unfamiliar tone; somewhere in its brain, the experiment registered it as 'concern'. "Oh... you poor, poor thing..." The rumble in the experiment's chest faded away at the sound of the words. 05 was familiar with scholastic concern-- worry about timeframe, lack of results, or frustration that equipment would be delivered late, but the tone in the strange person's voice was empathic concern... something the experiment had never heard involve itself. It's growl faded away, making use of a sound it rarely made: words. "You? Not know you." The person did not respond right away, seeming to shiver, as if afraid, but, even though the Human's posture suggested wariness, nothing specifically spoke to fear. The entire situation made little sese to the experiment and, even less when liquid began to seep out of the corrners of his eyes. Blinking, the experiment shrugged its heavy shoulders, pressing forward with more words. "Eyes... leak?" The Human, a man the experiment would later learn was named Sebastian, had not specifically infiltrated the scientific outpost to rescue it. The situation was later deemed a "Happy accident", but it was one that had changed the experiment's life for the better forever after.