#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

[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

[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.

[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.

[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?

[positivelybeastly]

✌ -> for your moodboard meme game

[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.

[misspresidenthao]

the vault

can ignore the small print, but you have been warned.

GOTHAM'S NEW GROOVE

THE SHADOW OF HER Darker than Black — DTB — Dick Grayson/Original Female Character slice of life, weird fluff, developing friendships, high school au TW: blood and gore, blood and violence, threats of violence, assassination attempt(s), assassinations plot(s), religious discussion, angry dick grayson Other fics: Darker than Him — DTH —Dick Grayson/Original Female Character canon divergence au, earth-3 richard grayson | talon TW: religious discussion, threats of violence, blood and violence, blood and torture, assassinations attempt(s), angry dick grayson (again)

Those of Intuition — TOI — Batfam & Original Female Character, Jim Gordon & Original Female Character, Edward Nygma/Original Female Character crackfic, crack treated seriously, bat puns TW: smoking, crack and angst, burn out, family issues, a lot of bad (bat) puns, depression

Ultraviolet — UV — John Constantine/Original Female Character, Green Lantern Corps & Original Female Character ultraviolet corps character, slow burn, fluff and angst TW: family issues, inappropriate use of lantern constructs, smoking, attempted murder, suicide attempt, attempted rape/non-con, bad parenting, bad decisions

Chasing Tails — CT — Tim Drake/Original Female Character fashion designer character, developing relationships, slow burn TW: stalker tim drake

Jade-colored tainted fear — JCTF — Jonathan Crane/Original Female Character Dubious Science, Unethical Experimentation, Awkward Romance TW: attempted murder, they are kinda crazy

The Runner — TR — Batfam & Original Female Character, Bao Pham (Clownhunter)/Original Female Character slice of life, track star character, crime fighting TW: fear of death, canon-typical violence, blood and violence, drinking to cope

NATURAL BORN KILLERS Mint and Pomegranade — M&P — Damian Wayne/Original Female Character enemies to allies, slow burn, unresolved tension TW: blood and injury, blood and gore, blood and violence, cannibalism, near death experience, minor character death, post-traumatic stress disorder - ptsd, obsessive-compulsive disorder, mental heath issues, metal breakdowns, manhandling, attempted murder, murder, arson Other fics: Show and Tell — S&T — Damian Wayne/Original Female Character hogwarts au, slow burn, enemies to lovers, after hogwarts legacy, hufflepuff/slytherin, unresolved tension TW: inappropriate use of wandless magic, unforgivable curses, fist fights, blood and violence

Other fics

The Tower — TT — Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Reader established Relationship, angst and feels

Everyone lies Once — ELO — Jason Todd & Reader, Bruce Wayne & Reader yapping to survive, journalism, arkham knight au TW: gotham city typical violence, blood and violence

Accelerate It! — ACI! — Bart Allen/Original Female Character slow build and slow burn, attempt at humor, rally driver character, young justice au TW: canon typical violence, inappropiate use of the speed force

[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]

[kikuwaters]

These sketches are of one of my more personal sona ocs. Saw Blade, aka Esau Night. His coat is an important part of his design so I have a sketch for it as well. The last group of drawings is Saw as a teenager in the upper left corner, the main character of his story, Haku, in the bottom corner, and Saw's 'doctor'/the villain who watches over him, Dr. Angel White.

More lore for Saw under the cut

tw for talks of mental health hospitalization and medical violence

Esau Night was born to a rich and powerful man who never gave his son a second thought. When Esau was selected to attend a special school for the elite, his father willingly sent him off. Esau never questioned choices made for him nor argued his treatment. But underneath his quiet exterior boiled the mind of a madman. He began working alongside a criminal underground of villains while at his school, training to use his intelligent nature for evil. He had a passion for science and longed to see how far he could take it. The group he underestimated jut how dangerous he was and when they discovered he had been running unethical experiments on their own members in secret, they knew he needed to be stopped. Esau disappeared from the world, all traces of him burned away from existence. The villains chose him to be a spy, subjecting him to terrible experiments in the hopes of molding him into something they could better use. His mind was tore into, parts destroyed and removed in an attempt to create a human data storage. The experiment failed and Saw was left broken beyond repair. With Saw now left dazed and confused most days, the group couldn't no longer trust him. His mind was shattered, but it held secrets that could never be let out.

So Saw was placed into an inpatient living facility for the mentally unwell. To keep a close eye on him was their private agent, Dr. Angel White. Angel White is posing as Saw's private doctor and hold's a complicated relationship with him. Angel feels more than a professional level of responsibility for Saw, yet at the same time despises that he has to watch him. Most days, Saw barely recalls who Angel is. Saws days are now spent tired and confused. He's constantly left waiting, feeling like he's supposed to be receiving a special message or complete a secret task, only he doesn't know what these are or where to find them. He's allowed daily walks outside of the clinic for an hour by himself, his time spent walking slow and methodical. He ends up bringing home a lot of the things he finds on his walks and will become violent if hospital staff attempts to take them from him. He's developed a hoarding personality and frequently has his pockets in his coat filled with items. Other things get clipped to the sides and the sleeves, and he's never without a handful of various objects.

[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…

[electrical-sciences-dump]

ooc: TW for discussions of unethical human experimentation and sleep deprivation. These "video transcripts" are not actually being posted on the blog, this is a meta thing that only Pidge has access to in-character!

Brandon Miller's Video Files.

July 6 2023 - September 5 2023 [Each video has the date built-in.]

[All videos have proper closed captions, and often he speaks and signs at the same time.]

JULY 6 [Brandon looks much younger, around 21, and he looks genuinely happy and well put-together. He's sitting in an office chair at a desk which is presumably his in the lab office.] "Hi. My name is Brandon Miller, I'm an intern in the Experimental Electricity division in the Sciences sector of the Department of Uniform Magical Practices. Today is July 6th, 2023, my starting day. I'll be documenting my experience here, to serve as an informational recording I can reference in the future. Or something I can just keep for the memories."

JULY 7 [Brandon looks much the same, just very slightly tired.] "Second day is done! I got permission from my br- I mean, Dr. Miller, to record parts of the labs and stuff. So I can show the real processes now! Way better than just trying to rattle it all off after the fact. Yesterday and today were alright, we only got our first subject in late today. So it's mainly been preparation, setting up equipment.. they've got some machines for monitoring brainwaves, and from what I can tell, it's pretty parallel to electroshock therapy? I'll update once I've got a clearer idea of what the process is like."

JULY 8 [The video doesn't start off at the desk this time. It's out in the lab, and Brandon's not visible. The camera's panning across the room, and there's sounds of footsteps as Brandon moves around, recording different objects.] "Okay, bit of a different setup here, but this is so I can document the equipment we've got! There's some standard vitals stuff, heart rate monitors, some IV bag stands, that kind of thing. Then we've got this- really complicated name here, it's an.. electroencephalogram? Measures brain wave activity. There's also some electrodes we've got over here (he points towards a sterile container of metal discs), and there's this thing, mitigator, I guess, that'll intercept any electricity we're using to ensure it's steady and at safe levels. Presumably. I'll tell you guys how effective it was once we get to that part. (There's a sudden sound of a door slamming open, loudly, and footsteps. Whoever it is seems upset. The camera pans up to Joseph, standing a ways off away from Brandon, still by the entrance. He looks irritated.) "Hey, Bran. Some shit went down with our first subject." "Oh..? Okay, uh, that- that sucks, what-" (There's a harsh crackle of electricity, and the camera drops to the floor. Brandon and Joseph are in frame, Brandon's been knocked onto the ground and is holding his left arm, clearly in pain. Joseph's clenching and unclenching his fists, standing over Brandon.) "OW! Joseph, why-" "Need someone to take this out on. Can't risk the subject, I need them to trust me. So, you're it." "H-hey, wait, please don't- ow, fuck-" [Video feed ends.]

JULY 10 [Brandon looks exhausted, not as cleaned up as he was before. There's a fading bruise on the hand he's using to prop his face up.] "...Had to take a break for a day, but uh, hey, we're back on that grind..! Ugh, why am I even talking as if anyone else will see this... Anyways, uh, apparently our first subject had to be removed from the program. They got violent with my b- ahem, Dr. Miller, and so they were deemed too unstable to continue... um, but- hey, if no one else is going to see this... I looked at Dr. Miller's lab notes after. He'd electrocuted them, repeatedly, to see what limits their body had. (He holds up a book to the camera. It's the official logbooks the DUMP scientists have. He opens it to a page, labelled July 8th, and in Joseph's handwriting, it documents a number electrical shock tests, each increasing in voltage.) I don't know if this is even admissible evidence- I mean, fuck, I don't know why I'm acting like this, it's not like this should actually be taken to authorities- the subject volunteered, right? I.. actually, I guess I didn't get that fact verified.. I don't know. Maybe this is just slightly concerning, but I bet it's fine- he knows what he's doing. No reason to doubt him.

JULY 15 [Brandon looks significantly better now. He has some eye bags, but is otherwise no longer injured or fully exhausted.] "Okay, so, we've gotten two more subjects in, just early this morning, last few days have been more setup, and we're back at it. One of the subjects is a graviton energetic, the other is a water elemental. They seem pretty cooperative so far. I don't think Dr. Miller said they volunteered, though. When I talked to them, they both said they'd come from the nearest DUMP containment centre? They seemed optimistic, but not... I don't know. Am I reading too much into the fact that none of the subjects so far are volunteers from what I've been told? Eh, whatever. I'll get to finally start working directly with the subjects now, not just with equipment. So that's exciting. It'll be nice to flex the old intrapersonal communication muscles. That's all for today."

JULY 17 [Brandon looks a bit cheerful.] "Alright, good news this time! We're actually getting into the swing of things this time. No slip-ups with the subjects this time around! So far we've been testing how electricity affects concentration on magic, so the subjects have their cores unmuted. But, for our safety, they're locked into rooms that should be able to hold large amounts of magic. Fire, earth-contra, none of that can break through. Dr. Miller is having me enter occasionally, though, just to deliver food and ask the subjects stuff. It's gone well so far, the subjects don't seem to be getting hostile towards me. We also got in a new subject yesterday, although they're still getting settled. Pretty sure Dr. Anderson has started some lower stakes testing with them? Don't think Dr. Miller's been involved with that person yet. Anyways, yeah, that's what I've been up to personally! I'll keep the updates coming."

JULY 20 [Brandon looks stressed and worried.] "So uh, today was a bit of a rough one.. one of the patients who's been helping with the magic concentration during electric shocks, they went entirely nonverbal. Which is concerning. I don't really.. it didn't seem like they were.. I don't think they were getting breaks, actually? I'm not sure how much sleep they're getting, but none of them have passed out yet. But their magic is faltering way more than it was earlier from just electric shocks? I don't know. Anyways, they did know ASL, so we ended up communicating via that. I relayed it to Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson, but they seemed very dismissive of the patient and I's concerns regarding the experiment, which was weird. Um, I'll keep tabs on things and hopefully come back with some more insightful stuff."

JULY 28 - looking far worse for wear. details that some of this stuff seems unethical and he feels empathy for the people getting hurt. small successes so far though. [Brandon looks significantly worse for wear. His hair is a bit mussed and he's got prominent eyebags, tapping his hands against his legs and looking nervous.] "Fuck. How do I even start this one off- it's been days since I felt like I could record an update. We have had some small successes..! But everything's sort of.. suspicious? And some things are like, blatantly screwed up. They've been depriving some of the subjects of sleep. For way too long. And the electrical shocks they're giving aren't small, they're significant- there's no way it isn't painful. This has got to be bordering on torture. Two more subjects have gone fully nonverbal and seem scared when I enter? They relax when they realize it's just me, but I do resemble my brother- is he entering and hurting them more? What's going on here?? I don't even know who I could tell, this is all supposedly properly sanctioned.. and everyone knows how horrible DUMP is with investigating themselves for corruption. I wish I could help these people, but.. I guess I can't? Fuck. Maybe one day I'll hand over these video logs to someone and they can help fix things. I'm such a fucking coward."

AUGUST 2 [The recording starts with Brandon facing the camera silently, before flipping it around and presumably attaching it to himself, making it function as a body camera. He takes a tray of food off of a counter, then walks into one of the isolation rooms. There's a window with privacy glass on one side, seemingly so that the scientists can observe but the subject cannot see them.] [The subject he hands the food to looks incredibly dazed, looking up at him and just barely managing to raise their hands to sign ASL to him. They ask about the food, he tells them it's the same as usual. The food doesn't look nutritious enough. He signs again, asking them to state their name for the record. They do so, and testify that they've been undergoing harmful experiments without their consent. He thanks them, before turning and leaving.] [Information acquired; "Falcon" Carnell, a warder, seems willing to testify if the need arises.]

AUGUST 5 [Brandon goes through the same process, this time with an earth elemental. She responds similarly to how the warder did.] [Information acquired; Iria Haven seems willing to testify if the need arises.]

AUGUST 13 [This one is back at the desk. Brandon looks generally awry in terms of hair and clothing, but seems calmer than before.] "This should be a quick one. We've had 17 subjects so far, 12 of which have left- mind you, none of them were given that option, we just removed them from the program after they acted out and became too unstable to continue in the experiments. Most of them have been convicts from the nearby containment centres. These are not people who willingly signed up for a study. I'm not even sure if they're getting more leniency in the containment centre in exchange for participating in this. No one is being compensated. Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson are taking advantage of the fact that prisoners have less rights and almost no autonomy." [Video feed ends.]

AUGUST 19 [It's a video of everything in the subjects' food. It doesn't meet minimum nutritional requirements for prisoners.] [There's a followup video of Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson conducting an experiment on a subject. Brandon records the voltages they're using. It is not at safe levels.] [A third video records him asking Dr. Miller if the patient needs painkillers or muscle relaxants for this experiment due to the similarities to electroshock therapy. Dr. Miller is clearly aware of the camera recording, and confidently responds that they do not need them for the experiment, and that the subjects are managing fine. Brandon gives a doubtful glance towards the camera before shutting it off.]

AUGUST 20 [Brandon looks a bit more put-together again.] "We've got another new subject in. This one's a dreamwalker. Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson seem to have a plan for her, something more than they've been doing with the others. She's only seventeen, and she's a convict like most of the others. She's clearly not here willingly. I don't know what to do. (he sighs) I'll try to document some of what they do to her, just in case it's worse than the others."

AUGUST 21 [This one shows Brandon before he places the camera on him again, like a body camera. He brings a tray of food into the isolation room. There's a young ginger girl there, faded multicolour dye in her hair, and instead of the electrical wires being attached to her arms or torso like the others, they're attached to her temples. She looks up at him, completely dazed and unresponsive. He attempts to offer the food, and then signs in ASL, but she stays silent and there's no recognition in her eyes. The number on her orange prisoner uniform reads "Dreamwalker | 9126". Handcuffs are restraining her movement. He ends up giving up and placing the food near her, leaving the room.]

AUGUST 22 "So, yesterday's recording, that was the dreamwalker I mentioned before. I can say, for certain now, that my concerns weren't unfounded. They've been depriving her of sleep ever since she first arrived on the 20th. That's now over 48 hours of no sleep, and she's being forced awake by electrical shocks to her temples. None of this is safe. She's clearly unresponsive and can't even consent to further experimentation, and yet Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson are continuing still. She's seventeen. At least the other subjects were adults. She's not even meeting that minimum. Hers is the harshest experiment so far, too. This has got to be violating the literal Geneva Conventions, right? I don't know what to do. I can't.. who do I even tell about this..."

AUGUST 23 "First spot of good news, if you can call it that. The dreamwalker girl has been taken out of the program. Turns out she was in the middle of a transfer, and they decided to stick her here until her team of probation officers was ready to take her in. A team of them, at seventeen, is actually nuts. I have no idea what she's done beyond a vague description in the file we have of her here. I digress. A serenity daemon came to retrieve her yesterday night. She looked pissed when she saw the state the dreamwalker was in. The dreamwalker's name is Aria Aisling, for the record. Thank god she's finally out of the program. Here, actually, I got a short clip of the retrieval." [Another video plays, this time it shows Kayli / Kitalpha using psychokinesis magic to hold up Aria. Aria's still slumped over, only "standing" because of the magic keeping her upright. Kayli is speaking with Dr. Miller and Dr. Anderson, sounding vaguely miffed, which for her means that she's fuming. Eventually, she leaves, having picked Aria up once Aria vaguely regained consciousness, although still very dazed and unresponsive.]

AUGUST 26 "You know, sometimes this whole thing makes me want to throw up. I shouldn't have taken this damned internship. I should've just worked for someone else for experience instead of going to my asshole brother for an easy position because of nepotism.. anyways. Back to business. They got a telepath to replace the dreamwalker. They seem pretty annoyed they couldn't get more results from dreamwalkers, since I guess they're testing out the effects of sleep deprivation on dreamwalker cores too...? But the telepath apparently works fine. She seems more willing than the rest. Which is weird? Apparently she did actually sign up for this? I think she's trying to get something out of it, but I don't know what."

AUGUST 30 "Okay, uh, I'm just going to disregard the whole telepath thing because she seems like a.. completely different case. I think she's actually getting a kick out of this. As if she's viewing it as a challenge? I hope this isn't some weird kink. Ew. They don't have me interacting with her, though, thank goodness. We also got an air elemental in on the 28th. He's going through the same shit the others have been. I'll see about documenting that."

SEPTEMBER 2 [Brandon repeats the process he'd done with the warder and earth elemental, this time with an air elemental. He responds the same as the other two.] [Information acquired; Axel Gibbons seems willing to testify if the need arises.]

SEPTEMBER 4 [Brandon looks tired, but relieved.] "My internship's done after tomorrow. Thank god. I just hope I've gotten enough evidence recorded in here. Maybe someone else who isn't a coward like me can do something about this. There's also one last thing. There's someone guarding this building. A stealth. Her name is Millie Nihan. She's witnessed a lot of the comings and goings from the labs. As well as some experiments. If anything happens to me, and I can't testify if this is ever dredged up again, then she's another worker here who might have information. Kitalpha was the serenity daemon from earlier. And obviously, the three subjects I got statements from can probably provide information if they're still around when these recordings are found. Was this stupid? Maybe. My brother might hurt me if he watches these videos back. But whatever. It's maybe worth it, I guess. If I can't do anything else helpful, at least I made these."

SEPTEMBER 5 [Brandon looks more exhausted and nervous, running his hands through his hair.] "... Well, I don't know if anyone will end up seeing these after all. Dr. Miller said he'll keep ahold of these recordings to give to interns that come after me, so that they can get a step up and some extra information before starting. And I don't think these will last past the first intern, since they'll report what I've been saying in here to the doctors. Fuck. Oh well. I guess it's been a good run. Bye."

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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.

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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.