Dioxide

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

So I just started my transcription, perhaps the most uninteresting and most laborious part of my thesis hahaha

Sorry if I took so long to write up something. Doing it now!

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Dr Jiang-Ping's test is going to be a mental exercise for you.

My assignment for you is to get creative as to what might happen, but be in the realm of the Motivators ultimately being able to handle the situation. It's a dosage that shouldn't trigger a rage-like effect.

I'm also thinking xDDD

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

United Nations Anomalies Research Mission

Date and Time: 11/03/2016, 0700

Analysis Report

I observed that Dr Baoning’s style of writing in these reports leave much to be desired when it comes to formal professionalism. However, in keeping with the heuristic- and I myself would like to dedicate more time to actual research than writing up reports for them – I will allow myself leeway, lest progress is hindered from my wasting time with bureaucratic nonsense.

Review of previous observations by the doctor has suggested that the abilities of the Subjects are psychological, controlled by the mind, choice, spirit, what have you. We may also assume that such factor is linked to the inhibition of their ability progression – their own minds not yet developed or mature enough to fully release their potentials, or perhaps the mind physiological is incapable of further evolution, at least not when the Subjects are fully rational and intelligent.

Which is what led me to the decision to experiment to the extent of their abilities with hallucinogenic drugs. It is a risk to administer these drugs to both Subjects, but we will never develop without braving a few steps. From mistakes, we learn; from success, we progress.

File #60

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To: Agent Caits; Agent Dioxide
From: Dr. Jiang-Ping

Escort the Subjects to my lab after breakfast.

Bring in five teams of motivators.

File #61

To: Agent Caits
From: Agent Dioxide

Christ what are they doing now?

I’m making the call for the motivators – I hope we’re not in for a goddamn bloodbath.

File#62

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Hi I'm sorry. I had to do a paper yesterday, and I have to do another paper tonight so I can't really write - more specifically, I'd like to come up with a new thing to do (that is, your test). But since you suggested it, I was hoping maybe you'd further on your post a bit. I'll post tomorrow night, promise! :D

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

‘God, I hope they never find that answer – especially mine. If there’s one thing the world does not need any more of, is another catastrophe, or a kind of world war that many people have dreaded for years to never come. Nuclear, they used to say was what would be the cause of it; nope, it would be a bunch of power-hungry anomalies.’

Right on the dot, at 0700 on the clock, Agent Caits opened the door and stood at attention, presumably waiting for them to exit.

‘Where’s Agent Dioxide? What’s the plan now?’

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Date and Time: 11/03/2016, 0650

Agent Dioxide had to treat it as a routine event, effected by perhaps the need of a status report – the kind of information that is not written on paper, but is nevertheless invaluable for assessment of both Subject and Agent. Still, the throbbing pain that is his pacing heart made him worry that his appearance would betray the notion of his innocence. In that way, Big Boss did not need a lie detector, as his very presence demanded the truth, that he could somehow sieve through your lies and break you apart.

‘Sir?’

‘I believe I should speak to the Higher-ups about having stricter qualifications on the recruiting of Agents. How does someone like you – with a severe form of Precordial Catch Syndrome – even walk up the damn stairs, let alone pass the physical exams, without dying?

Yes, I know about it. Your dilated pupils, slight perspiration, fidgety legs, and your shirt is literally moving with your pulsing heart.’

‘Sir, I more than make up for my physical complication with my ability to plan and think incredibly well. I coordinated the extractions of 12 of our Subjects, including our most recent 29. I always strategize 10 steps ahead of my first, and that makes me very competent.’

‘Yes, your 190 IQ is indeed impressive – though nothing to my 280, it’s still valuable. Which leads me to the question I have for you:

How would you prepare for field-tests with the Subjects 29 and 30?

‘Sir?’

‘Unlike most of our Subjects, these two possess actual offensive, and combative abilities. The last one we had, Subject 3, had Acidic Poison Generation, but was not immune to his own acidic poison. Bloody fool sprayed poison on himself and died.’

But 29 and 30…. The possibilities are up there. I would like to know how you think we should operate.’

‘Sir, I believe we can handle a ”fight simulation” with Subject 30, but Subject 29 is something else. We don’t yet know the extent of which her abilities go, and whether or not we can subdue and control her once in her enraged form.’

‘I thought you said you plan very well.’

‘I do, sir, but I don’t think even with the combined power of five armies can we hope to control Subject 29. Field reports of her initial extraction says otherwise.’

‘Then we bring in ten armies. The fact that she’s here in our control means she is stoppable.

You disappoint me, Agent Dioxide. Leave.’

There was nothing else he could argue with. He could not provide an answer sensible enough to persuade Big Boss otherwise that this was a bad idea. He stood, and turned to leave. When his hand reached for the door knob, Big Boss spoke:

‘Return the grenade.’

That made him jump, his heart ached and he feared that he would collapse then and there. But he opened the door quickly enough for him to slam it closed and catch his breath.

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

There we go! :D

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Hey I'm sorry

I'll have to write tomorrow. I'm super tired and my leg hurts...

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Take your time, take your time. :)

I'm swamped with assignments so I'm perpetually exhausted hahahaha

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

The ten minutes were up, and the session was over. Of all the tests that were done to them, this felt the most odd. Surely the personality traits were the last thing they’d be interested in. Their agenda was still a mystery to Gershwin, considering the methods they previously employed. Investigating the source of their abilities must be the true test of what the human race can do; never mind space and time travel, solving this phenomenon could lead to answers to the progression, and perhaps the ultimate goal of life, giving us a purpose.

Lost in her train of thought, Gershwin was brought back to reality when the cubicle door slid open, as the doctor spoke in the deafeningly silent room:

‘The test is now over. Wait here while Agent Caits returns to bring you to your next activity.’

She spoke the word ‘activity’ as if all the semantic correlations of fun, joy, and movement was sucked dry from it. This showed in her rush to leave the conference room, leaving the two Subjects alone. No doubt there were guards outside watching over them, so they had no choice but to wait.

‘What do you think they want to do with knowledge of our abilities?’

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Agent Dioxide walked over to Agent Caits, not wanting to waste more time than needed.

‘I guess they’ll want you back to pick up our Subjects 29 and 30. Just take me to the office, and get going.’

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

:)