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“But I’m only thirteen years old!”

I remember screaming at them. Trying to remind them who I was, and that I was most certainly not among their matured test subjects and not built to be a lab rat. I was only thirteen. How could they possibly expect so much from me?

“We understand. Please step onto the platform, Agent 21C.”

Their voices were distorted coming through the aging intercom. I remember I was standing alone in the test chamber, but I knew they could see me. I couldn’t see a camera, and as far as I knew, the walls were solid. But of course, of course I knew they could see me. They could always see me.

I can’t. I can’t handle this anymore, my body can’t take it! Are you trying to destroy me?!”

“21C. You must suspend these ludicrous statements at once. You are being difficult and uncooperative, hindering our research. You understand the penalties for the continuation of this perverse behavior. Step onto the platform immediately.”

What could I say to them? How could I prevent them from using me to satisfy their morbid curiosity? I was a child.

I know I hesitated. My memories are slightly hazy from the panic I felt while slowly approaching their torturous experiment, but I know I hesitated. And how could I not have? I didn’t know what was about to become of me, or if I’d even live to see the next minute of my life. I had no idea the pain I was about to endure, whether it would be mild or severe. I never knew.

These people had total control over me. I could never hope to resist them. Why should they not have used me as some pathetic lab rat? They could get away with it. They had countless agents at their disposal, many of them younger than me. They could afford to treat me as though I were expendable.

I remember reaching the platform.

Someone help me. Something, anything.

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