The Isolation Experiment || ON HOLD

Chapter 1

Auditory recording of current testing, this is Doctor Galiton. The date is March 26, 1995 approximately 3:46 pm. Patient IE16G is showing signs of being abnormally intelligent compared to the other subjects, and has already mastered the alphabet and basic speech patterns at the age of 21 months. Nurses still occasionally monitor his progress in person but are sure to wear a face mask and avoid all contact, physical and otherwise. Though he shows signs of disconnect, it doesn't seem major enough to rise concern and we are almost certain that it will disappear as the subject gains maturity. For now we watch how he-
Sir, we have a problem, the police have arrived and are freeing the experiments and taking the research! Their on their way here n- BANG!
Move subject IE16G now! Do not cause any distress and avoid the police. Move him to the other facility and DO NOT touch or look at him, we can NOT mess up these results! Go now!
BANG! Let us in, this is the FBI!
Go now!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

The Harlow experiment separated monkey infants from their mothers. they were given two surrogate mother machines that dispensed milk. One made from bare wire mesh and the other was covered in a terry cloth. The infants continuously went to the one covered in the cloth even though it had less nourishment for the monkey, showing that the infants, monkey and human alike, will surpass physical needs of feeding and go to nurture over nourish as an automatic physiological need. The experiment showed their attachment could not be primarily reduced to thirst or nursing but the need for affection.
Taking this experiment to the next level, Dr. Galiton devised an experiment using human children to create results. 20 babies in the start. Now only one. Subject IE16G.

     I always wondered what it would be like to have a life like they show in the books I have. Everyone smiling in the clipped images on the edges of the textbook pages. My name is IE16G but it never seemed normal to me after seeing all the names in the books. So I changed it. Its Ian now. I remember reading it somewhere. loving its simplicity.
I don't know how long it's been. I have read the text books they left in here for me so I understand revolution of time and matter and math. But when there is only a small window in your room you can't tell what time or day it is. Not really. At first I used to count the days but I gave up after I reached day 1,004,679. I made sure to count. Now I just sit and eat for the next meal to be pushed into the room. I haven't experienced another humans presence in what I assume is years. But that's okay. I have come up with a way to get out.  And I'll make sure it works because it has to work. And when I get out. I'm going to make everybody who was apart of this hurt. So they can know how I feel. Because that's only fair. I read about justice, and I think that justice needs to be served. But not the way those people do it. No, all those people are the same. It's only me. I am the future. I am better than them all. I will get my justice. And until then I will sit, and wait. And I will plan each and every one of their demises. They better be ready. Because like that children's book I read oh so long ago, ready or not here I come.