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They did not like her idea.

Okay, maybe she had taken it too far.

But her nails were very long from not having been cut in a while. So she had never expected to chew them down until she had none and bleed everywhere without realizing. Perhaps if they would stop cutting her open and making her used to pain she would have felt something, but no.

She didn't notice and now she lay staring at the roof with, her very own ski mask, her latest accessory locked to her head. Not that she would have been able to undo it with her hands all bound in gauze. 'How very silence of the lambs', she thought to herself, wishing that she had taken a chunk out of the asstard doctors, instead of chewing her nails to earn this.

"That was bad, Nova, why do you do silly things? We hope you have learned a lesson"

That was the tenth time they had played that today, she was counting. Which was much better then actually listening to the voice. There was one good thing that came from this fiasco, there was no surgery, no tests today, as she was recovering. Apparently she had lost a lot of blood chewing her nails, which did explain why she was feeling faint. But that also meant for the first time that she had a day all to herself, uninterrupted. Maybe they would have to give her real food, instead of the liquid they pumped into her veins, or injected into her after operations. She was surprised she still had teeth, she never used them, but the asstards were probably onto that too, they probably had calcium given to her as well. Her nails were strong and her hair grew quickly, so she was most likely on some supplement.

"That was bad, Nova, why do you do silly things? We hope you have learned a lesson"

Eleven.

So what to do with such freedom?

Well, her cell was four by four meters, she could tell just by looking at it. She could tell a lot of things just by looking at them. Meaning the cell was sixteen meters squared (surface area) and, therefore sixty four meters cubed, it would hold sixty four thousand liters (of liquid). She often wished that the liquid could be urine. Childish but true. The white tiles on the roof and floor were also one by one meter, which obviously meant there was sixteen tiles on both top and bottom.

How precise the asstards were.

The air coming into the cell through the vents must have also been filtered. Because there was no scent that she could pick up on, they also had sound proofed the block of cells, not individually, because the glass in between the cells allowed sound to pass. Hence her sleepless night when disposing of the black bug thing. Nova guessed that the sound would have been muted to a normal person because of how thick that glass was, but she wasn't normal, that's why she was here.

She was too intelligent. able to interpret distance, height, and mass, at a glance. How high she could jump when running at certain speeds, how much momentum she would need to clear and object based on height. How much energy she would need to achieve this. If she was in her peak physically, she actually believed she would have a better chance of cracking the glass that separated the cells, if she hit it at its weakest point, anywhere off center but not to close to any of the edges.

But she was not in a peak physical condition. She was a fucking walking cadaver for the asstards. A living human test subject that they had greater chance of not killing, as she seemed to have an easier time of healing compared to others. Hence her still being alive with all the holes they had put in her.

But she was far from healthy now.

She could feel it in her body and spirit. It had been gradual, but she was taking longer to heal lately. She was healing at what she guessed was a normal rate for a normal person. Newer incisions that were delivered ever so clinically were scarring much worse, more raised and pink, ugly and deforming on her body.

She was undernourished and it wasn't helping. Not that starvation was new to her when she was living and not a science experiment in the out-side world (it was even depressing thinking of it like that). She would eat a whole roast, an entire potato bake, and follow it up with a tub of ice cream, and still feel hungry. She assumed that her appetite must have been tied up with all the other mutant things she was. Super smart, super strength, super healing, and super hungry.

And now she was super fucked, because she finally realized why there was no surgery today just because of some lost blood.

"That was bad, Nova, why do you do silly things? We hope you have learned a lesson."

Twelve.

She was going to die.

Her body was failing.

And the asstards knew it.