Eight and Ten... Neither of them have lost any memories, the lucky bastards. And... do they seem almost... smug? Like, they're lording it over the rest of us? This whole thing is just a game to them... Man, that pisses me off. Well, you know what? Fuck 'em. Yeah, they can play their game, and count me out. I won't be an object for their fascination as well as the scientists'...
With that, his number was called over the intercom, and he greeted his six guards at the door with a very large smile, exclaiming "My friends! I missed you in there, you know that?" They had no reaction, only shifting slightly in their posture. They were well trained, after all. The leader held out a pair of his special gauntlets, and the boy suddenly decided to try his luck with a new strategy: a two-part construct, with the purpose of redirecting the electricity down into the ground. Thinking and creating quickly as he slipped the gauntlets on, the first part involved a thin covering for his hands, one that would block the current if there was somewhere for it to go. The second was a pair of tubes extending from this covering, which traveled under his clothes to the ground, completing a circuit that didn't involve his body at all, and thus (as long as he could maintain it) allowed him to create freely. He couldn't help but giggle a little at the revelation, but the guards paid no mind; they were used to Ix making noise and cracking up whenever they accompanied him. To complete the deception, at certain intervals Ix simulated being shocked by the gauntlets, and they appeared to accept it. He was lucky that they didn't make any noise when they shocked, or it would be considerably harder to fake.
Now he had something new to practice, a new strategy for circumventing his security. The second strategy, which he hoped to implement as soon as possible, was the syringe-catch, where he didn't allow any drugs to get to his blood-stream, instead catching them in a capsule when they exited the syringe. It would require very small and precise creation, but with practice, he felt he could do it. The final goal for such a system would be overcoming the tranq-darts the guards employed, faking unconsciousness to gain some element of surprise... He let himself be lost in these plans and ideas as he was brought back to his room, and the guards never seemed the wiser.
Later, however, the squad leader put the following in his report to Sergeant Keel: "At first, it seemed the gauntlets were operational, but as we continued to the subject's cell, the shocks were less and less frequent. Perhaps they need to be redesigned, or the pair we had were faulty, but I think it had something to do with the subject. My recommendation is to relay this to the doctors, and get some new kind of security for him. A free subject Nine... Sir, I must admit, the thought is frightening."