Rand reached out to the monster.
He touched the other person's hard, prickly hair.
The monster roared loudly, as if stimulated by being touched, and its tail fin turned into a strange yellow and black stripe.
Then it raised its fist high... The conditioned reflex of the orangutan's anger still remains in its mind.
"boom-"
a bit.
"boom-"
Twice.
…
The orangutan was frantically hammering the ground with his fist, and even though there were sponge pads on the ground that could absorb energy, Rand could still feel the power of his fist. The ground was shaking slightly.
Its eyes turned redder than before, and the stench of saliva sprayed Rand's face and head as it howled. The wide open mouth looked like it could swallow Rand in one bite.
A few seconds later, the white light above Rand's head was turned to flashing red, and a piercing alarm sounded.
This scene looks like something out of some third-rate sci-fi horror movie, but Rand doesn't care about what's going on around him.
His hand was on the monster's head from start to finish.
Then gently stroke.
"Calm down, hey, calm down my buddy..."
He murmured to the angry, frantic gorilla face.
Plenty of clips and emotions were still projected from it into Rand's mind.
He seems to have seen certain fragments: the bright lights, the expecting audience, the ubiquitous applause, the streamers falling from the sky...
He could feel the other person's misery, its body had become something completely foreign, the applause that made it happy no longer appeared, there was no post-performance reward, and there was no communication with his companions.
When everyone sees it, nothing but indifference is fear.
It's so lonely.
So lonely.
lonely to despair.
The huge pain caused by the physical transformation, it craves what it wants to eat but its stomach can only absorb meat...
Rand unknowingly burst into tears.
"Everything's going to be alright, kid...everything..." he muttered comfortingly.
It is obviously a terrifying monster, but in the eyes of Rand now, it is just a docile good partner who hopes to bring happiness to people.
"...Mary...Mary good boy...you are such a lovely girl...be good..."
Before he knew it, Rand called out his real name, just like the breeder who raised him, and he kept repeating that phrase—for a long time in the past, Mary What I love most is hearing people talk to it like that.
While he was speaking, several "Poseidons" had already prepared anesthesia guns and aimed them at Subject 261 - they could easily bring down each other with just one command.
The alarm was still flashing, and the eyes of those people were as cold as machines.
And just as they were about to press the trigger, a researcher stopped them.
"No, don't shoot! Stop! I said fuck me stop!"
The researcher was almost stuck on the observation film as he frantically watched what was going on in the room…
Under Rand's palm, Subject 261, who had been in a state of rage after the test, suddenly became quiet.
The researchers even had to raise the sound extractor to pick up the sound coming out of the room...
"*&％￥#… "
A series of muffled voices came out of Subject 261's mouth, but compared to before, its voice became much more docile and peaceful, and it seemed like it was communicating with Rand.
And after a while, something shocking happened.
The merman turned a circle on the ground, and then another.
Of course, the way it tumbled was unspeakably weird and clumsy because of the deformation—it took a while for the researcher to realize that it was the somersault that the orangutans like to do.
You always see monkeys and orangutans doing this in those country circuses.
Subject 261 immediately realized that his current body was no longer able to perform the movements that used to be extremely easy after trying a few somersaults, and his emotions were a little excited, but before he got angry, Rand ran over and hugged him. read it and speak to it affectionately.
"Amazing! Mary! You're amazing!"
He applauded behind it.
Subject 261... Or rather, Mary was happy again.
It then gave Rand several of its circus tricks, which, of course, didn't work out very well, and Rand didn't skimp on his compliments at all, which kept Mary's mental state at its best ever. Even the researchers were amazed by the degree.
And of course they don't know that, in fact, an invisible but strong spiritual connection is being built between Rand and Mary.
Rand didn't even need to use any action to convey the tenderness and love in his heart to Mary, and at the same time he filtered out the surging pain in Mary's mind unconsciously.
Of course, this made him uncomfortable, but every few minutes, the strong negative emotions would be cleaned up, which made the entire spiritual connection work very smoothly and smoothly. This caused Rand to even feel that he ran into Mary's body when looking at Mary's eyes and looked at himself with Mary's eyes...
It wasn't until an hour later that someone rushed in and took Mary away, that strange feeling disappeared from Rand's mind.
He suffered for a while because of Mary's frantic struggle as she left, and of course, after a while, he forgot.
… Only, when he fell asleep that day, he had a dream.
He dreamed of countless huge cylindrical petri dishes that were inserted directly into the ceiling.
In the pale blue artificial seawater, only the faint light of the instrument was flickering, and "he" was floating in the seawater.
There are fine, upward-flying foam in the sea.
Rand could feel an unpleasant feeling that "he" could breathe in water but hated it so much... "He" began to slap the inside of the petri dish.
The sound it caused caused several other creatures in the petri dish to struggle.
From Rand's point of view, he saw many strange creatures... birds, mice, cats, dogs, orangutans... and... people...
They all looked pale and twisted, as if the devil had pinched two unrelated things together and threw them into the world.
And between the petri dishes, is a cold metal grid road - it goes all the way to the deepest part of the room.
It was so dark that Rand couldn't see what was there. At most, he could only see a yellow and black "danger" sign.
But Rand had an extraordinary interest in that part of the black race, and he had a very, very strong sense that there was something there that was drawing him, calling him.
At the same time, another emotion that does not belong to him is spreading, it is an absolute longing and surrender...
Rand felt that "he" was struggling, and the petri dish shivered under the blow of his fist (Rand thus saw "his" hand, also black and furry) "he" then drew a punitive burst. Electric shock, "he" curled up in pain, and at this time, "it" inadvertently raised his head and looked above the water.
Then, Rand saw a wobbling, twisted, orangutan face.
Mary.
The name suddenly came alive in Rand's mind.
…
"Damn—"
Outside Rand's observation membrane, a dozing nighttime researcher was suddenly awakened by Rand's long gasp in the receiver.
He jumped out of his chair in a panic, turning on the monitor and film transparency, thinking something had happened - but instead what he saw was Rand sitting up from the blanket after a nightmare .
The black-haired youth held his knees in his arms, his fluffy hair was a little messy, and his eyes looked blank, without any focus...
It's like an idiot, the staff on duty at night muttered inwardly, with a trace of unconscious irritability after being woken up.
It is precisely because of this that he did not find that after Rand woke up this time, he did not appear as sluggish and blank as before. Instead, he looked as if he was too frightened to move. And if the researcher had taken a closer look at Rand's real-time brain perspective, he would have been surprised to find that Rand's damaged temporal lobe was slowly recovering, and at the same time, Rand's brain was emerging. Some special changes...
Of course, he didn't have time to observe Rand so closely.
As he tried to get back into his seat to take a nap again, he heard the siren in the building—well, he'd been numb to the siren for a while, but that didn't stop him from getting together. Go to the door to watch the fun, and try to pick some gossip from colleagues.
The news he got this time was—
The legendary experimental body 7371, who was brought back by them and almost died, has a problem.
It's going crazy.