Status Report/Interview for: Subject Nine
Notes and Commentary provided by Dr. xxxxx
Subject, what is your number?
Nine. Same as it’s been this whole time…
(Note: Though unorthodox, the subject’s numerical designation was in fact chosen by him, to reflect his name, which can be seen as IX, a roman “Nine”. The Sergeant disapproved, but as there was no Nine already in the facility, he was overruled, and it was allowed.)
And your name?
Oh, we have names again? Alright, then call me Ix. Hahaha, as in, a “boy who is not able satisfactorily to explain what a hrung is, nor why it should choose to collapse on Betelgeuse 7…” Ah, I must admit, my parents were strange folks.
(Note: It isn’t truly known if Ix is in fact the boy’s birth name, if it was a nickname he was given while living with his parents, or indeed if he picked it up on the street after their deaths. We cannot find any records of a boy his age named “Ix”, so the running assumption is that it is a nickname.)
Okay, now please, give us your best estimate as to your age.
Hmm, it’s… winter, isn’t it? Maybe just fall? Well, my birthday is in the summer, and you bastards picked me up in the spring, so I’d have to say eighteen years.
What about your nationality? Where are you from?
*singing* The la-and of the free, and the hooome of the… Braaave. I'm from America. Atlanta, specifically, though you already knew that. You already knew all of this shit. Are we done?
(Note: The subject was captured in Atlanta, where he had been living with a woman identified by him as “Angel”. Their connection was unknown, though it is unlikely she would start a massive investigation, as she seemed to believe the story of his falsified death given by the police.)
Just a few more. How would you describe yourself to a stranger?
As a genial, friendly young man, if a bit lacking in ambition, who is exasperated by the situation he has found himself in, and wants nothing more than to live his life in peace, as a space-faring Rastafarian. Seriously, what are you looking for with these questions?
(Note: The subject does seem to be genial towards most of the staff, if a bit terse and sarcastic, but in some cases, he can erupt into fits of rage. All personnel are advised to evacuate the area immediately if this occurs, as his ability can manifest very quickly, and is often completely unpredictable.)
Only one more after this one, Nine. Describe your own appearance.
Well, most obviously, I’m black, and rather dark-skinned at that. I haven’t looked in a mirror recently, but from what I can feel, I have more than a little stubble and a small goatee. Similarly, my hair is very short, only just starting to grow again. Thank you, by the way, for agreeing to shave my head every once in a while. I do appreciate it. Now then, what’s the final incredibly obvious question?
(Note: It was obvious by this point that Nine was getting irritated. His biting stare and sarcastic tone belied a deeper anger, obviously directed toward myself and by extension all of us. I was glad for the restraints holding him down, as well as for the armed guards.)
Last question for today. How would you describe your abilities?
Oh, that? At least this is something interesting... I guess I define them as constructs. Maybe mental constructs? None of you seem very sure what’s happening with them, and neither am I, I just know that they exist, and that they’re real. Neither of us can grasp the physics behind them yet, can we? Anyway, from a semi-scientific standpoint, it seems I can manipulate the fabric of space to… create? Congeal? I can do something to make matter exist where there was nothing before, just with my mind. Pretty bitchin’, right? As you guys have seen, given enough time and with enough concentration, I can control the texture, density, exact spatial dimensions, everything. I could fill this whole room with liquid, kill you all and get out of here scot-free! Ha, without these damned restraints, you pussies would be running scared.
(Note: This is why such an ability is dangerous: versatility. Nine is intelligent, and if he put his mind to it, there is a vast and adaptable variety of objects he could produce. When highly emotional, there is even more danger, as the constructs will abstractly represent his mental state, lashing out at everything around him. Always keep subject Nine either unconscious or completely restrained when outside of his quarters.)
Hrm, what else have you found out about them? Oh yeah, electromagnetic waves do not interact with them at all, oddly enough, and only I really know where they are, through some kind of… psychic connection. Everyone else has to listen for them, feel them, etc. Poor bastards. Haha, and as you won’t stop reminding me, they can only exist when I’m conscious. Anything that completely breaks my focus or knocks me out will cause them to dissipate… Now please, if we're done, take me back to my quarters.
(Note: Recently this “psychic bond” he has with his constructs has allowed him to control their movements telepathically, akin to some kind of weak telekinesis. At this stage, however, the skill is very limited. We hope to see progress soon. Final warning: always be vigilant around Nine. You never know when he might try to pull something off.)
Research notes: Subject 9
The subject is generally amicable, although repetition tends to annoy him. As long as we do not push him too hard he will grumble a bit but generally go along with our demands so as to not inconvenience himself too much. We may need to awaken some real fire in him if we want the subject to serve our purpose. He seems as interested in the research into his abilities as we are, however. Perhaps he will be equally interested in the abilities of others? Food for thought.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 9
He likes to remind us that he can kill us. He does it off-hand, too, as if it isn’t anything really important. I don’t know exactly what the doctors have been doing to him, but I think they’ve knocked a few screws loose. I seriously don’t understand half the shit he says, but he thinks he’s being funny, apparently.
Seems like the abilities of all these bastards explode whenever they get angry. It’s ridiculous, the kinds of things they’re capable of. He hasn’t been able to turn the air toxic yet, which I’m really goddamn grateful for. That said, I really don’t envy anyone that has to take those gloves off of him during tests. I swear to God those doctors are completely batshit.
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility