Risper's Story

Risper(2): Growing Priority

When I was one year and five months, I could talk using full sentences. My mind, however... My mind realised that the scientist had to believe that I was clever. Otherwise I would probably decrease in priority. That was why the queen was teaching me mathematics, biology, physics, chemistry, etc.. The more I knew, the better. I sucked up all the new knowledge like a sponge.

When I was three, I could talk as well as a child of seven years old. The scientists loved me; not only was I the best result of their cleverness enhancement experiments, I was also the only surviving subject of a certain experiment I knew next to nothing about (all I knew was the fact that it existed). I could worry about that later. First, I had to solve the crisis I had at that point, my hair.

It had never been cut before and since I had such a high priority level, I could choose how I wanted my hair. You could ask me anything about DNA and expect an answer within a split-second, but this... I wasn't prepared for a question like this at all. I kept thinking about it while being fed by the queen (rice with vegetables and meat (chicken, probably) mixed in, if you were wondering).

I talked about it to the queen. She suggested pigtails. When I asked my favourite scientist, he suggested the same hairstyle. So, I said I wanted pigtails.

One year later. Memories are getting clearer. I had a white room (white floor, white walls, white ceiling) with a bed with a soft toy (some sort of white ghost) on top of it, some drawings on the walls, a throne, a mirror literally in the wall, a bookcase (which was useless since I couldn't read yet), a closet, and a chest filled with toys.

I usually sat on my throne, talking to a handful scientists.

When I had free-time, that is. Most of the time, they were experimenting on me. Usually, it was just some medical check-ups. Sometimes checking how well my memory worked. Sometimes an IQ test. Occasionally a blood sample.

I suggested somehow preventing someone from yawning and see what would happen. While the scientists were interested in this as well, they never did that to me.

When I was four years old, I had conquered most of the laboratory, which meant that most of the scientists called me "princess".

"Now that you rule this part of the laboratory, it is only a matter of time before your kingdom spreads to the other parts as well, princess", a scientist who had seen it as his duty to be my loyal servant said to me while we were playing. I was sitting in the throne and he was kneeling down.

"Of course. Refrain from telling me what I already know, or be my dog like this mister here", I said, pointing at my favourite scientist. He had dog-like ears and a dog-like tail. I always referred to him as dog. Fortunately, he thought it was a funny name and didn't mind being called as such.

"Princess, here are your cookies", another scientist walked in with a plate filled with cookies.

"Good. Set it down at the table in front of me. I may reward you later", I said.

"Thank you, my princess", he bowed. I couldn't help but smile. These guys were too fun. I liked them a lot.

Note that I was an exception. Normally, they were forbidden from building a relationship with test-subjects. However, my priority was extremely high, so they were allowed to treat me like a living being rather than like a guinea pig.