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Social Butterfly: Tyler

"If two men speak, they will not hear one another. If two men listen, they will only hear silence."

He had little to no idea why the scientists thought that socialization would be necessary or helpful at all. Why on earth would they need a bunch of trained killers and/or spies to be friendly with one another? Tyler had dozens of possible ideas... but no assurances for any one of them. For all he knew, it was only for the simple purpose of seeing if the subjects could understand that the other patients in this room had the same purpose? Maybe it was to see if they could handle communication at this point, if they could speak properly. Would they eventually break down and start tearing apart people that tried to talk to them, since they were made to be so autonomous?

Whatever the answer was, it it gave Tyler a uncomfortably tight headache, so he decided to drop it with himself for the time being. There was an ample amount of distraction in this room for now anyway.

No one spoke to subject K-80, the stares he had first received upon entering the Yard were short-lived; those eyes soon fought to avoid him. In his new skin, he felt like the warden, someone to be feared and collectively hated in secret for no other reason than some sort of self-ordained sense of superiority. Perhaps they were correct in assuming this, who knows how their own transformations were coming along... Were they getting as kind of treatment as I was?

Only after finding a decent spot to park it on - the floor - , did anyone try to go forward with the Socialization Experiment with him.

A woman, a bit younger than him, at least in appearance, approached. She was a great deal shorter than he was in stature, but still had a decent few inches above even some of the guys who had been put into the program. She had boyish dark hair, and an angular face. The stern look on her face was only marred by the obvious fear she had for the large man sitting on the ground before her. Her eyes stayed put on the ground, like she was debating whether or not it was a good idea to give conversation a try, until one side of her mind eventually won the battle.

"Hey." She had a small voice, like she wasn't accustomed to speaking at all. Hell, maybe she wasn't, doctors weren't a very interesting or friendly bunch, especially the nerdy few he found himself accompanied by.

"Hi." K-80 honestly didn't know what to say, he was more than eager to get back to his own superiorly comfortable room that Dr. Allen had given to him. There wasn't a television, since the group wasn't allowed to view current events and whatnot, but there was a decent sound system for him to relax and listen to. There wasn't much else to do other than physical training for Dr. Allen's records for Subject K-80.

"I hear that you may possess the three skills this project was made for..." So, this is how this little chat was going to be. Information mining. She really was as smart as she looked. Like a stern librarian, but not nearly as craggy and bitter. More like the one who would glare at you for talking aloud to someone else, instead of outright chucking a book at you from across the room.

"Maybe." The look in her eyes told his brain not to give her too much information about the project, not that he knew anything more than the basics myself. But something inside of him fought the urge to share even the tiniest detail. Was this part of the program's security? Maybe it was in their code now, to keep secrets.

"You're J-80." The girl who got the serum right after he had. Dr. Allen talked a lot about another test subject who was really showing signs of improvement. And honestly, she was the only one here who didn't look completely goofy, himself included in that statement. Her tone seemed level and calm.

"Yeah, and you're K-80. I was the first after you to take the serum. I hope you had more fun than I did."

Never mind. She was definitely bitter. Her eyes were remarkably cold for small-town. She needed to work on her conversational skills, though he kept in mind that the Yard was for exactly that.