This world is meaningless and nonsensical. The only way to save it is to destroy it. This fake world filled with maggots infesting its soil and blood coursing through its veins. All of it doesn't matter.
I never knew the outside world and what lay beyond these white walls. What caused me to be here in this place, though, is something I knew really well. I hate the world for it, for bringing me to this place. If only, there weren't the wars that forsake this land…if only…
"What is forty four subtracted from ten thousand?"
"N-nine…thousand a-and nine hundred and f-f-fifty six…"
"What is the genes in DNA and RNA?"
"A-adenine…thymine…gu-guanine…cytosine…ura…cil…"
"What is the first ten elements?"
"Hydrogen…he-helium…lithium, b-beryllium…boron…car-carbon…nitrogen…o-oxygen…fluorine…and…and…"
"What's wrong? You forgot the last element. Raise the Nasod Electricity Output by 20%."
"Please, no! Please don't do that! I'll do anything, just please don't raise the Output!"
The loud whirring of machinery deafened out my screams, bring bouts of extreme pain. This world is meaningless and filled with pain.
"Let's continue. What's forty five subtracted from nine thousand and nine hundred and fifty six?"
What is the meaning of this world? Why was that never a question?
"Who is that child sitting over there? Another experiment?" asked a scientist. Two scientists were walking down the hallway with clipboards in their hands. The young scientist who had asked stopped and frowned at the unresponsive child leaning against a wall.
The child was staring down at his feet with a blank look on his face. The young scientist grimaced at the stitches on the child's body. Faint dissection lines could be seen on his body as he wore nothing but a t-shirt and shorts.
"Oh, him? He's another Subject in the Nasod-Human Experimentation. It's best not to get involved with Experiments like him," answered the older scientist.
The child slowly raised his head as he stared at the young scientist. His dead blue eyes looked directly at the young scientist's, not dropping the gaze.
"Just ignore him. Come on, I'll take you to your administrator so that you can start working," said the older scientist, tapping his junior's shoulder. The young scientist managed to rip his gaze away from the child's stare, but the glazed expression remained in his head.
"This world is meaningless, don't you agree?" were the seven words that came out of the child's mouth. The young scientist looked back, puzzled at the question. The child was already gone, leaving him with the unnerving question.
The young scientist went by the name, Karl Regios, and he soon became the Caretaker of the Experiment Subject he saw in the hallway. A Caretaker in this laboratory had the job of administering daily care and medicine. They were also given a separate job to work on other human subjects as Support Surgeon or Report Writers. It was an easy job for any newcomers, or so Karl hoped.
His first day consisted of replacing the child's painkiller IV drip package, bringing food trays, changing his bandages and giving social therapy. Karl had asked the Administrators if the Subject needed any educational lessons, but they shook their heads and concluded the matter with the statement, "He is already receiving education by experimental methods."
The young scientist pulled along a tray filled with necessary equipments to the room he was designated to. He had left it outside and picked up the two IV drip bags. Karl entered the Subject's room, briefling checking the code plate on the door.
"Subject-1020, Nasod-Human Experiment Number 2."
The room he had entered was small and enclosed. There were no windows to let in natural light, just the cold white light on the high ceiling. A rack bed was attached to the wall with a white mattress and neatly made bedsheet, next to it was a pull out table with a food tray on it. The food was left untouched. By the pull out table was a white chair.
Subject-1020 wasn't on the bed, but instead, he was sitting in a corner curled up in a ball. He was resting his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling with soulless eyes. What was attached to his arm was an IV drip, pumping painkillers and clear liquids in. The packages were nearly empty so it was time for Karl to replace it.
"Hi, I'm Karl Regios, your new Caretaker," stated Karl. The Subject didn't respond.
"Um, I'm going to change your IV drip bags now, ok?"
The subject didn't respond.
Karl went over the IV stand and detached the two packages from the rack. He swiftly replaced the bags and the tubes. Next, was the food tray on the pull out table. He went out to fetch the new food tray with package food and changed the old tray with the new one.
The Subject stayed unresponsive as Karl replaced his bandages, although he did move to allow Karl to change his bandages easier. Karl assumed that he was used to these daily methods and according to the scars on his skin, he had been a Subject for a long time.
"We are going to begin social therapy now, is that alright?" asked Karl, sitting himself down on the chair. The Subject remained unresponsive. Karl just sighed and brought out his clipboard, containing questions and empty boxes. He clicked his pen and began to ask questions.
The Subject did not respond to any of the questions and remained silent. Karl was beginning to get sick of the unresponsive nature of the Subject and put down the clipboard.
"Subject-1020, I won't be able to help you if you don't answer the questions," said Karl.
The Subject looked at Karl, which indicated as a reaction.
"You didn't answer my question," replied the Subject.
"Oh, that…" said Karl. "Um, I'm not completely sure what was meant by that question…"
"Then I'm not inclined to answer your questions." The Subject went back to staring at the ceiling, ignoring any further interactions.
Karl had went to the cafeteria to grab his brunch and one of his friends had asked him what was wrong. He told them about the first job he got.
"Subject-1020, huh? He did ask you 'that' question, right?" asked his friend.
"That's the one he always ask! Whenever someone is appointed as his Caretaker, he'll always ask that question. It gets on people's nerves so he frequently gets Caretaker replacements," explained another.
"He'll only ask it twice. If you want to understand it, you should probably oversee his Experimentation Sessions. As a caretaker, you can watch over both his physical and mental state," suggested another.
"That might be a good idea," replied Karl.
A/N: ^^...Hello! Thank you for reading le first chapter! Please, review/follow/favourite, if you liked this chapter/story so far.
(Note for No Turning back: If you've read my first work, it's still currently on hiatus until I've gained interest on working on it again...sorry. 0-0 The update rate on this fanfiction will be one-two weeks daily, though owo~)