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The light was bright, and in that white room, it seemed infinite and blinding. A high definition camera was attached to wall parallel to the face of a tired looking teenaged boy. A recording device was attached to his pure white shirt, and he blinked out the painful light as he listened to the people speaking to him via microphone and speaker.
"Okay, experiment log M-SS-117 with subject MZ, subjects comments. Now MZ, how do you feel?"
"Like a million points, thanks."
"As you know subject MZ, you are required to give the appropriate response. If you don't we will suspend your gym privileges, and revoke your outside time allowance."
"Yeah, I know, you've mentioned that about a hundred times before-"
"And it seems like you really want to follow through this time. Please let me escort you personally to your cell and-"
"Alright, jeez, you didn't let me finish," said the boy called MZ, "Okay, I feel a little tingly in my arms, but it doesn't seem like anything major. Also, my vision is sort of clouded, and unclear. Hey, are you sure you guys want to keep testing this drug? I think you should move on."
"Thank you MZ, you shall be escorted to the next room so you can be examined."
Used to his questions being ignored, subject MZ snorted then closed his eyes. He felt the air move around him, and felt hands grasping his wrists. He let himself be lead away, and he opened his tired eyes to a cold metal table. Having gone through this hundreds of times, he stripped then got on the table without instruction. The researchers chuckled at MZ's habitual sigh then proceeded to examine the subject's body. Slowly, subject MZ felt himself fade away after several injections, letting out one more sigh before he was out like a light.
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Sunlight peeked from behind a cloud and showed through his window. It hit a small clear crystal placed just show, scattering the light. Rainbow flecks of light slowly moved across his room as the sun rose, and MZ watched, trying to relax on this rare rest day. After the examination, he had woken up in his better room, signalling rest, and that tests wouldn't be done in him for at least a week. He heard a whirring sound moving across the hall, and smiled. Rest days were when Sally was able to come and visit, and he always looked forward to that. After a moment of silence, he heard the patterned series of knocks he taught Sally as so signal to him that it was she who was at the door. Opening the door, MZ smiled at the sight of the squat figure in front of him. With a grand wave, as if letting in royalty, he bright his favourite visitor inside.
"Why hello! It's always nice to have you here, Sally," said MZ, eyes glittering with mischief, "and to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot presence?"
"Well, subject MZ, I am here for your routine check up and observation, as always. One should expect this, as I have been doing this since your arrival. Simple human, your questions are illogical, as always."
"Aw come on baby girl! Give this sixteen year old some love-"
"-Illogical, as always."
Chuckling, MZ reached over and hugged Sally, and was rewarded with a bash to the head with small, soft sack. The bag fell to the floor, and MZ jumped at it with glee. In it were some chocolates, pencils, a pad of low grade paper, a new grey vest made out of high grade cotton, and a couple of salty biscuits. Grinning, he said, "You know, you're pretty for a salt mining robot." Sally just replied with a click, and said, "Don't be stereotypical of us Saline units, we can feel when we want to feel."
