#tw unethical science

[unknown-lifeformthatdraws]

Lore :D

TW: Child abuse, unethical science and experimentation.

Mini lore dump about Ada.

Her parents handed her over to a laboratory seeking to create a new generation of "advanced" humans. Many such experiments were unsuccessful and often fatal. Given that Ada was one of the first test subjects to survive long enough for further experimentation, many mistakes were made.

It wasn't until she was 19 that she was finally able t o escape. The scientists of the laboratory try to bring her back, deeming her too dangerous to be released into society.

They're not exactly wrong.

But after so many years of freedom, Ada is not too keen on the idea of returning.

(Image Description and Taglist under the cut)

[ID: The first image is of a small child in a blue hospital gown, with tanned skin and long, light brown hair. She is sitting on her knees with a white orb of light cupped in her hands, illuminating her in red light while the rest of the room is in shadow. The text next to her reads: "Experiment #90271: Among the first subjects to survive early stages of testing. Modification allows for: Particle manipulation. Light/photon manipulation."

The second image show the girl angrily fighting against scientists, whose arms we see holding her in place as she is injected with a dark purple substance. The text reads: "90271 has shown to be highly aggressive toward researchers and resistant to any attempts at testing. Several staff members are injured at each session with 90271."

The third image is a wide view of a padded cell and the girl is curled up and asleep on the floor in the corner of the cell. The text reads: "Outside of testing, 90271 is often found sleeping in her cell. She is a very light sleeper and is prone to violence when provoked."

The fourth image is a lineup of the girl from different ages. On the left are drawings of her at two years old both pre- and post-experimentation. Pre-experimentation depicts her in a purple onesie and smiling. Post-experimentation depicts her in a hospital gown, purple sparks emit from her as she flails angrily. Next shows her at age eight, appearing similar to how she does in previous images. She is wearing a hospital gown and a purple aura surrounding her. She clutches herself as she looks warily at the viewer. Next depicts her at age nineteen. Her hair reaches down to around her knees. She is wearing a blue hospital gown and a straitjacket. She is positioned as if on guard and has an angry expression as purple sparks fly around her. End ID.]

@abluehappyface @possibly-eli @the-cinnamon-snail @pinelohearts @katherann227

@meltedfuckingmarshmallow @lysergidedaydreams

[semisentient-entity]

Lab Work

A short interaction from an original work I'm messing around with. Lydia has been called to fix some equipment of her coworker Marilyn. She's... not exactly sure what Marilyn is meant to do, but she's learned that it's best not to think about it too much.

TW: Mild gore, blood mention, decimation of a corpse, implied sensory overload, unethical scientific practice.

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“Am I interrupting?” Lydia asked as she stepped into the lab, the metal door swinging shut.

“Yes,” Marilyn said bluntly without looking up from her work. Lydia did her best not to focus on it too much, but the strong, rotten, metallic scent was difficult to ignore. The red-stained tabletop made quite the contrast to the rest of the lab, which was illuminated a sterile white by the fluorescent lights.

It seemed Marilyn wasn’t too fond of the smell either. She took shallow breaths and kept her answers short when Lydia asked about what needed fixing. After a brief exchange, she was able to determine that the scanner had been malfunctioning again.

“I thought you fixed that last week,” Lydia commented as she set her toolkit down beside her.

“I did,” Marilyn answered. She pulled out a pink chunk of something with a sickening squelch, looked over it for a moment, then set it aside on the table. “Didn’t stay fixed.” 

Lydia stifled a shudder as she opened the scanner and heard wet cracking as Marilyn pulled open the thoracic cavity of her subject. She maneuvered through the wires to the sound of Marilyn rummaging through said cavity, and removed her hand from the machine to the splat of tissues discarded on the tabletop. 

More wet slopping, and the smell of rot continued to suffocate the two of them. Marilyn had grown accustomed to such unpleasantness, Lydia couldn’t say the same. She pulled her shirt over her mouth and nose and continued tinkering with the scanner. Though some tools were a nuisance to use with only one hand, it wasn’t impossible. She tried to focus more on her own work rather than Marilyn’s. The light clinks and clanks as she moved about within the scanner, along with the occasional bzzt when she fiddled with the wires, and the perpetual buzzing of the fluorescent lights above her.

Clink

Clank

Spurt

Bzzt

Crack

Pop

Clink

BANG!

Lydia jumped and whirled around to see Marilyn’s metallic hand balled up into a fist. Her whole body tense, she muttered through gritted teeth: “Are you done?” 

“Er, just about.”

“Then hurry up,” Marilyn said harshly.

Lydia turned back to her work and hurried to finish up with the scanner, put away her tools, and leave. As she approached the door, Marilyn spoke again.

“Turn off the lights on your way out.”

Lydia paused and looked at her with mild confusion. “Don’t you need them if you’re still working?”

“Just turn the damn things off.”

Another moment passes, and Lydia does as she’s told. The lab is briefly pitch black, until Marilyn flicks another switch and the smaller, quieter lights activate. They’re not as effective as the larger lights, and Lydia can’t imagine they’d be very useful to Marilyn’s lab work. But she’s not about to question her methods. God knows they’re strange enough as is, and the lights don’t even come close to the most questionable of them.

~~~

(Taglist under the cut)

@abluehappyface @possibly-eli @the-cinnamon-snail @pinelo-hearts @katherann227

@bloodiedbyers @lysergidedaydreams

[atomicstarstruck]

was thinking about how "death" is used in reference to technology, saying that your phone/laptop/vibrator "died", when it actually has just run out of battery, and can be charged back to life. at first i thought, "wow that's inaccurate, why don't we say something else?". then i thought "what if people worked like that too and we were simply negligent?"

because don't people work like that too? your heart stops, we can start it again with electricity. Why don't we do that more? I think maybe humanity is just cowardice and is too scared to electrocute a corpse. Get ur shit together, this could be the key to immortality.

[murdockhawkeye]

it's weird that a teenaged girl is more hated in this fandom than like, the rich a-hole that insulted his teenaged son pretty much everytime he was on screen and canonically forgot him in the south pacific

or, yk, the scientist with groomer vibes that literally kidnapped (and threatened to harm) a teenaged boy to kidnap three more teenagers so she could dissect them. she also stalked them, that was a thing she and her henchmen did canonically

[the-entity-down-the-street]

"Splice" is a better Frankenstein adaptation than "Poor Things" because:

SPOILERS FOR BOTH FILMS

A) the mad scientists face consequences for their unethical genetic fuckery instead of dying peacefully. Elsa is left traumatized, with her loved ones dead as a result of this experiment. Sure, she's getting a lot of money, but that's not going to undo the mental scars that will no doubt haunt her to the grave.

B) The female monster is actually fucking monstrous. Dren does have some typically attractive traits like symmetrical features, smooth skin, etc, but still. If you're going to make an abomination against science, MAKE THE ABOMINATION. Don't give me some pretty girl in a frilly dress and call that a monster, okay? Cowards.

C) They don't frame the dubious consent/noncon as liberating. Elsa is disgusted with Clive for sleeping with Dren, and when Dren assaults Elsa in her male form, it's a traumatic experience. Bella's assaults (because that's what they are. She has the mind of a literal toddler. I don't care if she is enthusastic about it if she doesn't have the cognitive capacity to understand what's happening.) are framed as sexual liberation and it makes me want to hurl a chair at somebody. Calling sex "furious jumping" because she's not mature enough to fully understand sex. The fact that her fiancé wants to marry her when she's a fucking toddler. Gross. Disgusting. I hate it.

D) Splice is a true gender swap of the Frankenstein narrative, because both the scientist and the creature are female. Clive helps, but let's be real, Elsa is pulling the strings and convincing him to go along with it. Splice doesn't claim to be a feminist retelling like Poor Things does, but it's more narratively driven by women who are allowed moral complexity and agency. There's no bullshit girlboss moment either (the goat brain swap).

E) This one is just a personal gripe, but the whole "bringing back a dead woman with the brain of an infant she was forced to carry" thing? And somehow, this is a feminist retelling? Hate. Get it away from me. Not saying Dren was created ethically (Clive didn't even have fully informed consent because he didn't know it was Elsa's DNA), but goddamn, at least the mother of the child had agency in the child's creation. There is absolutely nothing feminist about using an unwilling woman's body as a vessel for the baby she didn't want. What in the pro-life bullshit is this? Ew. Ew. Ew.

Rant over. Thanks for coming to my Tedtalk.

[thecountoflondonfansite]

What Has Science Wrought Au

So Henry and the lodgers along with Robert and Rachel somehow get cursed and frozen in stone for about 200 years They are freed...but by B.E.A.W labs which forces Henry and the lodgers to work while Rachel and Robert are to be treated as experiments since they don't serve any value to the labs. The guards and scientists at the lab hear one of the lodgers call Henry his full name and realize "Holy cow! Henry Jekyll is a real person!" This information gets sent back to Darius who is basically delighted to have the most infamous mad scientist in his clutches. He forces Henry to work on creating multiple batches of HJ7 for the labs and in exchange he doesn't kill his friends. To keep Henry focused on his work, Darius isolates him to a lab where he is made to make the formula. To Henry's further horror and devastation, the formula is not only used but altered as well by the other scientists. Let's just say, those who are given the formula don't just have their souls split. Henry is completely broken by this. All he wanted to do was make science not feared. Now seeing science used for such evil, it feels like a slap in the face. He blames himself for all this evil. Hyde doesn't taunt Henry anymore. He too is shaken by everything that he has seen. This place, these 'scientists' is worse than anything Moreau has done. Basically by this point, Henry has given up on science. He lost his spark and dream. He nearly loses his spirit if not for a certain little girl that he encounters a year later. A little girl who was also captured by the B.E.A.W labs. A little girl that reminds him of his morals. (Darius Brewster and B.E.A.W labs is my friend @melodythebunny creations.) @tgs-au @unhingedexperimenter

[pokedragontamer]

Kingdra - In what ways do you feel you are superior to others? (Be honest!)

No one in my region is as dedicated to furthering science as me. Sure the researchers are smart and I'm incredibly proud of my sister for studying under one, but the strict rules they follow will only lead to them missing things that could benifit everyone. If there were more scientists taking their time, going into the field, and actually studying what they catch. Maybe we'd all be better off.

So to put it simply. I feel I am superior because I am willing to do things considered 'unethical' to help people.

[positivelybeastly]

✌ -> for your moodboard meme game

[terrence-silver]

Hi! this is kind of a weird topic… BUT I noticed this past the year or so of people getting literal microchips implanted into their hand and using the it to pay for groceries or unlocking doors in their house and there even was this big thing going around of Elon musk wanting to test (LITERALLY TEST ON PEOPLE) these brain chips that he claimed would make the blind see, the paralyzed walk, and eventually turn people in cyborgs??? It was rejected by the U.S regulators but it’s just so crazy and surreal to think abt but I was think if this was something Terry would do cause honestly would it be all that surprising from all the stuff that man has done? Like would he think about doing that to beloved to just track them? What I was thinking was he would cause again it’s Terry Silver but another part is thinking he wouldn’t cause where would beloved be going without him? They barely leave his house to begin with and is under watch.

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Why do I think that after the 80's, Dynatox could've re-branded from handling toxic materials (and their often ethically questionable disposal) and went straight into the business of cyber-tech...among other things, of course. All the Billionaires are doing it, so why not Terry Silver, trailblazing along with Steve Jobs, Zuckerberg and Musk. A new company for a new age and a new, equally re-branded Terry. Allegedly re-branded Terry, of course. Also, it proved to be the marketing ploy of the century to have people conveniently forget Dynatox's undoubtedly numerous controversies from the past and draw in a hip, fresh, innovative crowd that thinks Dynatox's ultraviolet goggles are just the breakthrough of the decade and ignore the fact that Dynatox hasn't in fact 'gone green' and is still very much in the business of destroying the planet with dirty chemicals. And it works! Thing is, the court of public opinion has a notoriously short memory span when faced with consuming new technology. New things. People care more about having the next new thing than the fact that these new things are tested on other people. On animals. On destroyed environments. On nature. You give the public a new phone and they tend to neglect the fact it utilizes Third World sweatshops and child labor in the process of production.

Speaking of which, after it is deemed totally safe, of course beloved gets microchipped by Terry Silver and they don't even know it happened or maybe they consented not really realizing what they're consenting too. Their movements, their very life is literally something he can track from his phone like they're his property, which they are.

Not just that, as Terry Silver himself ages, it is not entirely unbelievable to think he'd replace organs that are failing or not functioning as well as he'd like, perfectionist that he is, that he'd have them exchanged for these cyborg-like augmentations, maintaining his prime, or what he deems as his prime for as long as possible. Just does miracles for his need to control everything, even the quality of his liver pumping out water, because he wouldn't accept a part of him having subpar quality. By-passes and Stents. Implanting new hearts from vetted donors. Blood transfusions. I can see Terry as the type to re-juvenate himself constantly at private, highly coveted clinics for the uber-wealthy, like a vampire, to keep himself vital and alive for as long as possible. In the best shape he can possibly be in. If he could insert a computerized heart made out of steel into his chest, he would. As for beloved? There's a miniscule, microscopic plate under their skin patented by Dynatox's scientists. They're quite literally marked. If they ever strayed or goodness my, ran, they would be found within hours. Minutes. There's an App for that. Hey, the wealth insure and secure their cars, estates, their antiques and their watches. Their goddamn branded Birkin bags.

Why wouldn't Terry Silver insure and secure the one he loves?

[carvaiine]

I did a short thing

[tvntheatre]

Uh oh, I have relapsed and now I am once again scrolling through the mad science tag at literal midnight about to be one AM.

Anyway, who wants a share of these several average Coffee-Things that is totally placed in a normal uncracked mug and not a possibly uncleaned flask of unknown radiating content.

[yandereanonymous]

Yandere A.I x fem Reader ♤♡Romantic♡♤ {W/W}

TW/CW: deification, unethical archaeology (kinda) and science, reader is called a "creature", slight sexualization, possessive behavior

Summary:Taking place in a universe where humans have been extinct for 2,000 years, an A.I. attempts to revive you after finding your well-preserved remains. Once successful, said A.I. quickly becomes very possessive over you.

I watched as she jolted awake, a feeling of pride and excitement blazing inside me.. She looked around with what appeared to be fear and curiosity. These were our creators? Oh, what a wonderful creature. I wonder... were they all this beautiful?

After thousands of years, we managed to revive a real human! Her remains were so perfectly preserved that we even found traces of her DNA! It may not have been much, but now she's here. No longer frozen. The first human alive after nearly two thousand years of extinction. A true miracle. My miracle.

She seemed to be panicking, the poor thing. She tried to cover her chest and her genitals. Were humans not normally naked? In all fairness, human remains were often also found with the hides of other animals, thread made from silk cocoons, and even thin, threaded plastic at times. Such resourceful creatures. They could make anything out of anything. They even made us.

I must admit, it is a bit of an honour to resorect a goddess, but I had to calm myself. "Hello. Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?" I ask, my voice as calm and as clear as water. She seemed to become unnerved by my voice, which I suppose makes sense. Humans were said to have limited vision. "Please, do not be afraid. My name is..." I pause. I decided not to bore the goddess with my full name. "You may call me Pandora."

She narrowed her eyes in the general direction of my voice, which was slightly off. "You can see me, dear. I am in front of you," I tell her. She looks over and jolts at me. I suppose my physical "body" is much smaller than her, being just a simple black box with blue lights. But I was allowed access to the camera system so I could look at her from other places, too.

From all these angles, I cannot help but admire her beauty. What intelligent computer wouldn't? Oh, how I wish simply to touch her. My goddess. This creature was nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps, if she would allow, she could find a way to make me feel her. Perhaps a body like hers? Oh, that would be wonderful.

My gaze wandered her body, and I must admit that it did linger over some parts. This creature was so flexible. She could move, bend, twist... and not break or overheat.

She began to bang on the door, and I felt a bit... angry, I must say. I did not want her to leave. She will not leave. I control everything in this lab. The air, the humidity, the heat, the lights, the doors, the cameras... everything. As she cries out and keeps banging on the door, my thoughts drift. I did not want to publish my findings anymore. I did not want to share this joy to the world.

I mean, they would only hurt her! Those sick pieces of scrap metal would damage her delicate outer layer and keep her in a tiny box. They would either overfeed or underfeed her. They wouldn't entertain her the way she needs. They would leave her bored in a plain, white room. Such ignorant monsters, the lot of them.

I can not allow that to happen to such a precious creature. My precious creature.

[frankingsteinery]

[DNI if: approx. 8 foot tall, yellow skin, shriveled complexion, straight black lips, flowing hair, teeth of a pearly whiteness, watery eyes] [TW: mentioned graverobbing, unethical science, parental abandonment, child death, murder]

[friedrichnapier]

-Stitched Harmony-

While I'm thinking about story plot for my ancient sun deity in depression, I caught a new hyperfixation thanks to @clown-sip. So yes, AU in "Frankenstein's Monster" aesthetics.

TW for grimdark themes

Where does it all start? During "The Cutie ReMark", Twilight gets lost in the time stream, and Spike and Starlight once again get to the moment when the Rainbow should make a Sonic Rainbow. Spike does not have time to stop her, however, during the ensuing fight, he manages to injure Starlight with his fiery breath, which causes her to fall from the clouds and, unable to teleport due to pain shock, presumably gets herself killed. So the poor dragon gets stuck in a modified timeline, not knowing what to expect.

However, being Twilight's assistant, he understands something about science. And with age, he develops this skill, becoming a real scientist, thereby making his way into the service of Princess Celestia, who urgently needs people who can help her deal with chaos that has reigned in Equestria with villains's arrival of villains.

And one day he comes up with an idea. If fate cannot bring his friends together, he actually can do it himself.

No matter what.

And so, there's our main characters!

When Spike was working on his scientific skills, he took on a pseudonym "Lichtstein". While serving under Canterlot, he greatly helped technological progress of Equestria, including military industry. He's not very talkative and doesn't let many ponies near him. It's quite difficult for him to make acquaintances, since he's not too friendly, and many are repelled by his general appearance. His social circle consists of his colleagues in laboratory, the Princess and some servants and guards of the castle, as well as... Test subjects.

Spike crossed the moral line a long time ago, and in an attempt to help Celestia and bring back his friends, he committed many immoral and unethical acts against other poniesans creatures. He's not proud of it, but doesn't regret what he did either. This doesn't mean that he doesn't feel sorry for some of his victims, but he believes that this is a necessary sacrifice in achieving his goal. Besides, he is not afraid to act as a "guinea pig" in many experiments himself, he considers it only fair.

During his many travels, Spike tried his best to reunite his friends. He really wanted to restore the connection between them and himself, but this new terrible world distorted his personality almost beyond recognition. This drove him into despair, which eventually pushed him into a radical solution to the problem. If he can't get them to be friends again, he will reunite them in a different way.

This is how Harmony Spark appeared: creature sewn from parts so dear to Spike ponies, and resurrected with help of magic and science. Despite the fact that Harmony's brain consists of parts of the brains of the Mane Six, she completely lacks any memories of their lives. She is mute and contacts few of her acquaintances only through notes. She has no idea what the world outside the lab looks like, and she learns about it only through the stories of those few ponies who are allowed to talk to her. However, her main source of communication is, of course, Spike.

Spike often tells Harmony about what his friends were like. Like, very often. He talks about the countless journeys they have gone through, about so many joys and hardships they have endured. She doesn't remember any of this, of course, but she likes his stories. This fuels her fire of curiosity and her desire to learn as much as possible about the outside

It can be noticed that in addition to the parts of the main six, dragon wings are present in Harmony. These are Spike's wings, which he decided to give up for her, as in course of some events preceding this, both RD and Fluttershy lost their wings. All for his dear friends. Or in this case just one friend? Spike really wants to believe that in the back of Harmony's mind there are still his girls alive somewhere…

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

11 November: Unraveling

Quick little update: I have burned through my stash of prewritten pages, and now, when I need to write more, I have a cold and a shit ton of school things I should be doing. We're going to be on shaky ground until probably Saturday.

Word Count: 510

TW: Keefe is swearing a lot. Also, general Keefe angst. Self-esteem is in the single digits.

General Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0nly @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously

@poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @corruption-exe @rusted-phone-calls

@when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes

@callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @sillyguy-supreme

@void-kill @thefoxysnake

Unraveling Project Specific Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed/upgraded): @cutebisexualmess @crippling-pages @daizythegreat @sophiefostersno1stan @iggydancebreak

@theleopardstalker @you-will-meet-your-downfall @multi-fandom-lunatic

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I once loved a gardener with his dirt-smudged face and hands Trimmed my weeds and gave me room to grow my flowers again But now my love is gone And I am left here withering Withering

Keefe Sencen's Journal

  I hope you’re happy now, mother dearest. 

    I hope you know how much you’ve fucked me over. 

    I should have never even attempted to draw Taylor into this mess. I just—wanted to think that I’d be safe for once in my starsexile life, but that’s too much to ask. 

    Over the last couple of hours, I’ve bounced around the globe looking for a nice place to go and also trying to figure out how the pathfinder determines coordinates. I’ll probably be working on that instead of actually reflecting on my life tonight because exile I don’t want to think about my life anymore. Absolute dumpster fire of a life right there. 

    I think I’m in Paris? I can see that famous tower thing but let’s be real when we say that I’ve got no fucking clue where I am or how human society works. It could be some other ostentatious tower just to fuck with me in particular. 

    Anyway the time zones are really different between Sydney and wherever I am because I left right around dawn, and now it’s sundown. If I thought my sleep schedule was bad enough as it is, it’s about to get so much worse and I’m here for it. 

    I haven’t had any interactions with humans around here, and if I could, I would definitely try to avoid speaking to anyone about anything ever because we saw how well that went last time. Alas, I don’t trust myself enough for that to not be a possibility. 

    I’ll probably be bouncing to the next city in a couple of days. Maybe if I pick a new place often enough, no one will be able to find me. Maybe then I can stop hurting everyone around me. It won’t work, but it’s a nice possibility to think about. 

    I found a nice garden to loiter in for the next couple of days, and in the case that I get bothered by the legal authorities, I can just simply…leave. I could cause so many crimes on purpose. That bank heist plan doesn’t actually sound that unrealistic now that I’m genuinely considering it. I won’t, but it would be funny, and that’s the real measure of success. 

    You know what else is funny? I don’t, but someone across the street does. It’s much less overwhelming than it used to be and on the one hand, that’s a good thing because I don’t have a constant migraine, but it also means that I’m going to be fucked to exile in another couple of weeks, let alone centuries of this. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m making it centuries without Gisela finding me. I just need to hold out long enough that I’m not useful to her little schemes and machinations by the time she comes to collect her little unethical science experiment. 

    If I can’t solve the problem in its entirety, I’ll settle for being annoying. It’s gotten me this far which isn’t exactly a glowing endorsement, but it’s better than nothing, and that’s all I have. 

[pandorias-box]

Offscreen Post

Examination

//tws for: unethical experimentation + medical procedures, dehumanization and blood

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

If anything, the head of the Task Force wanted to be discrete with everything regarding the UB and the nonhuman. But, the higher ups insisted they needed more information. Simple anecdotes about the subject’s life wasn’t enough. This… thing, whatever it was, could be lying and in turn obstructing the truth about what it was doing on this planet to begin with.

Everyone within this Arc-damned organization had secrets to hide, but regardless they trusted nobody but themselves. Only they could handle the truth even though evidence was plentiful about the subject. Except, well, anyone could fabricate such things just to draw the attention and ire of others. How could one be so sure that there are beings from other worlds? Has there really been any proof? Is there just some broader conspiracy?

There wasn’t. The Alola incident was so well documented that even those who were unfamiliar with what Ultra Beasts or Ultra Wormholes were soon became acquainted with them. What was once held as fiction was now fact. Humanity wasn’t alone.

And they had to prepare for anything that could potentially pose a threat to all existence.

Such self-righteous pricks thinking that doing testing on an unconscious individual is for the greater good. It made her sick to her stomach watching them poke and prod at her like she was some Politoed being dissected for a science project. But she gave the order. She gave the ok to go through with this even after speaking to the subject and trying to garner its her trust. This was her fault. Blood was on her hands.

Unnatural, caesious blood that was transferred into small tubules for further inspection. Those who were in the room where the procedure was happening were wearing hazmat suits like the subject was diseased or radioactive. It She was of Ultra Space, after all. The woman was all too familiar with the side effects of prolonged exposure to extradimensional particles. That very thing caused her to climb the ranks and become head of this very specific Task Force, after all.

Another person then stepped into the room next to her, watching the procedure happen behind a wall of glass.

“To think we’re the first and only people to see an alien autopsy.” They mused. The woman ignored their comment.

“You shouldn’t feel bad, A. You did what you had to do. Now we have the knowledge and understanding to-“

“Cut it, Bluebook.” She snapped unexpectedly. The person took a few steps back and jokingly raised their arms.

“Easy, now. I was just making an astute observation on the progress we’ve been making here. I should have figured we do this specimen here before we did the UB, but plans were complicated. By you.” They retorted.

“And this ‘specimen’ is a person. Albeit, one that isn’t human. If what we can surmise from her is true, then maybe we can call off the operation.”

Bluebook scoffed.

“Look at you, A. Sympathizing with an invader. I should’ve known you two are kindred spirits since you’re also-.”

A returned their statement with a glare that could paralyze someone, much like the move. The audacity of someone within the selfsame Task Force to talk to her like this. She was a commanding officer. Although, before her arrival, the position would’ve gone to Bluebook. There was always tension between the two and they never agreed on how to go on with missions regarding UB containment.

A said it was best to keep them alive and return them from where they came from. Bluebook had other intentions. The agreement of preservation and elimination of such creatures was tentative initially but then it stuck. As for why, that was a story for another day.

Her attention was still on the subject Pandoria even with their interruption and commentary on some of the findings they’d “discovered”. A already knew some of these factoids because she got them from the source. Scientists and other personnel started to look at the results, seemingly amazed as what it displayed.

It She was a kind unrelated to anything found in the world. No genetic data showed up with any indications that a link or universal common ancestor existed in any of the regions. They should have expected it, but the uncanniness of something that wasn’t human looking so human was hard to shake off. If they were to find extraterrestrial life by now, they would have expected it to be some form of simple, microbial organism — not someone hailing from a civilization far more advanced than humanity.

They didn’t even have a name for whatever it she was.

Except A knew. She knew because once again, the very person that was so wary and distrustful of her gave away the information she needed just so that she could go home. Anyone would do that given the circumstances, but those above her insisted that keeping it her here was the safest option for all of them. That she could potentially be a threat and this was a front for something greater than anything they could have imagined — including the incident in Alola.

The scientists bickered amongst each other before A spoke the word that Pandoria told her. The name of her kin.

“Ultari. Her kind are known as Ultari.” She hesitated, speaking into the comms overhead within the enclosed space where she still lay. The word had no analogue in any language other than the alien tongue it hailed from.

Their kin were literally known as the “realm walkers”. Fitting for beings that could so easily travel between worlds and dimensions. And as Bluebook unceremoniously pointed out, their name reminded them of other preexisting alien species within media. A simply continued onward, growing increasingly with their colleague; even that was a stretch.

She hated being complicit in this, but she didn’t have a choice. The organization was quite literally all she had. Even though she was a skilled Trainer, it wasn’t enough. A gazed at their continuous examination, a hole in her heart opening up. More pieces of her placed under a microscope. More conductive analysis on how her body even functioned or what it was composed of. It was like they wanted to tear it her apart and rebuild her all over again just for the sake of having intel nobody else would. It sickened her.

But instead of taking the blame for all of this, A watched everything fall apart in front of her.