Subject 12

Chapter 1

Test Subject 12

GMO

Age: 2

Height: 31.5 Inches

Weight: 19 lbs

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First Trial:

"Doctor Carson send in Test Subject 12."

A tall man with brown hair dressed in white scrubs nodded and left the room. After a couple minutes, the same man returned except there was a small child in his arms. Her blonde hair was tied up into a small ponytail on top of her head, her dark emerald eyes looked around the white room curiously as she tugged on the sleeve of Doctor Carson.

" I want down." Her small voice demanded.

Doctor Carson's brown eyes shone with amusement as he held back a smile and put the small girl on the ground. He looked to the black glass window opposite of the door for his next instructions, although he couldn't see through it. The room was all white except for the black one way mirror, which was the same glass they had in police interrogation rooms, and two metal chairs around a metal table that were both bolted to the floor.

The little girl ran over to one of the metal chairs and climbed up onto it smiling. She sat on her knees, to look taller, and looked patiently at the black glass for instructions. Mimicking what she's seen Dr. Carson do so many times. The three people behind the glass exchanged shocked looks as they hadn't expected the child to sit patiently; they wrote quickly taking notes and continued. The only lady of the three people spoke into the microphone.

"Hello, can you tell us your name?"

The little girl nodded her head, " 12.", she stumbled out as best she could.

The three people wrote quick notes and the woman leaned towards the microphone again.

"How old are you?"

The little girl's eyes lit up, as she could answer this easily, and she smiled while sticking out her hand with two short fingers sticking up, "Two!"

"Very good."

The woman praised her while smiling.

They went back and forth, the woman asking questions and the curious little girl answering them to the best of her abilities. After 15 minutes had passed another doctor stepped in and told Dr. Carson to take 12 back to her room. Once she was out of the room, the three doctors all turned to each other.

"She's perfect for the test."

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"I officially hate people."

I stated as my shoulder was yet again, bumped into. I tried to avoid the stranger's shoulders, but, to my great annoyance, on the crowded street it was a regular occurrence for shoulders to be bumped and feet to be stepped on. And as I was told before, my clumsiness helped add to the bumping around.

I walked along the street, my hands stuffed inside the pockets of my faded black hoodie and the hood pulled over my head. My green eyes flickered over the characteristics of the strangers passing me. I huffed in annoyance as my shoulder was bumped into, yet again.

You just had to volunteer for this again Sang.

I quietly grumbled to myself and kept walking down the busy street of the South Carolina Market. The Market was one of the busiest places, I had found out, and had venders out on the street from early in the morning to late at night. Which was to my favor. The Market was surrounded by tall business and apartment buildings, except for on two sides, which were the beginning and end of the street. Each end of the street were gated off with metal dividers.