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rainbowfic2012-07-29 12:43 am
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Heart Gold #1, Eisenhower Green #12, TARDIS Blue #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: 762193A
'Verse: The Institute Files
Colors: Heart Gold #1. I love you - those three words have my life in them. - Tsarina Alexandra, Eisenhower Green #12. you don't talk to other humans much, do you?, TARDIS Blue #11. I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part.
Supplies and Materials: feathers, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N2 "building (verb)"), novelty beads (Last Thing I Wanted--Terri Clark), yarn, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 1009
Rating: R
Characters: The Taxonomist, #762193A
Warnings: Suicide, interspecies romance with potentially problematic power dynamics.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is a kind of weird 'verse. I know there's long narrative buried somewhere in here, but I haven't found it yet. All I've written so far are short/edited/partially-redacted files like this one, so there aren't even any main characters as such. I don't know how much I'll be writing in this 'verse, but...well, here it is. Also, could I please have a story tag?
9/15/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 001
Status: Obtained
Subject is terrestrial nonhuman male(?), captured on an island in the ---------- Sea. Humanoid, with clawed appendages. Skin is blue and harder than on standard terrestrial humans. No tail, wings, or other extra appendages evident. Details of origin and sentience to be tested.
The Taxonomist pries open the crate with a crowbar. She is wearing several layers of protective Kevlar layered with titanium chainmail. Sedating the nonhumans--terrestrial and otherwise--is always a gamble. Particularly as this creature has claws, she does not wish to take chances.
Her precautions, however, are unnecessary. The new subject captured for her miles away has responded positively to the tranquilizers. She smiles at him, and gives orders to the workers behind her. They move the subject onto a stretcher and carry him to Section 762 for classification.
10/05/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 009
Status: Observed
Subject is confirmed as male, with vocal chords compatible with sounds similar to human speech. He has not yet begun learning words, but the Taxonomist is hopeful. Subject is fairly docile. Though carnivorous, details of diet have yet to be determined.
He curls up in a corner of his cage. It's still a cage, even if it's nice and no one's hurting him. He doesn't quite grasp concepts the way his human captors do, but he understands that he is a captive.
They aren't cruel, though. They don't hurt him, at least not on purpose. And they feed him, if not good food, things that are edible. They put him in a whirring circle sometimes. He hates the circle, and the female who is in charge of the humans who put him there seems aware of it. She gently pats his head when he's out, knowing he won't claw her. Claws are for feeding and marking your mate, anyway, and the human female doesn't seem to be a good meal and is too oddly colored to be a proper mate.
4/19/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 046
Status: Damaged
Subject was accidentally damaged, by a careless new subordinate who failed to read the file carefully and take into account the subject's hollow bones. Subject has been taken to Section 016 for tending, subordinate has been taken to Section 0 for debrief and termination procedures.
The Taxonomist stares at her young associate. "What went wrong?" she asks him, with deceptive calm.
He isn't fooled, and flinches a little. "I...he fell, it was an accident, I didn't catch him in time, we were on the stairs, and those claws--"
"That," she cuts him off, "is an excuse. Not an explanation."
He flinches again. "I was taking him for another MRI. We were on the stairs, I wasn't watching closely enough, his claws caught in the carpeting, and he fell."
She watches him for a minute, then nods. "Write out the formal statement," she says, then walks away. His memories of the Institute will be erased--fortunately, he doesn't have many--and he'll wake up in his home, none the wiser. She doesn't pity him. He could have killed her pet project.
1/06/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 285
Status: Conversant
Subject now able to hold short conversations, mostly dealing with immediate concepts, needs, and desires. He seems to have some notion of past and future, and it is certain he does not merely mimic human speech. Probability of human-level sentience, or something very near to it, is high.
"What's this?" the Taxonomist asks him, holding something up.
He frowns at it, taking a few seconds to remember the word itself, then another to remember how to shape the sounds. "Apple?"
"Good. And this?"
"Cat?"
"Very good." She smiles at him and puts the cards away. "That's all for today."
"Bye-bye." He smiles back at her, watching her leave.
9/28/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 500
Status: Compromised
Subject's interactions with the Taxonomist have begun to seem slightly suspect. More careful observation of the two of them seems necessary, and steps have been taken.
He speaks very well now, at least with her. She finds that he has interesting things to say, and spends more time with him than with the others in Section 762. She isn't aware that the others are watching her.
He looks up at her and smiles when she comes into his room. "Hullo," he says, in his odd little voice.
"Hello," she replies, smiling back at him. She comes and sits next to him. "How are you today, 193?" He has a name, of course, in the ordinary vocalizations of his species, but she can't pronounce it. And he doesn't mind when she calls him by his number.
"I'm good today," he says, clicking two of his claws together. "How are you today?"
And he doesn't know her name, either. Proprieties must be observed.
"Happy to see you," is all she says, taking his clicking hand. He smiles and digs his claws in a little, making pinpricks--not much of a marking, but all they can do without getting caught.
9/29/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 501
Status: Isolated
Subject's relationship with the Taxonomist has compromised the integrity of the Institute. He has been removed to the Vault to avoid contamination of the other subjects in Section 762. She has been taken to Section 0.
He curls up in the glass box they've left him in. He knows his odd-colored mate wanted what they had to be kept secret, though he didn't quite understand why. They wouldn't tell him where she was, but he'd been told he'd never see her again.
Days go by in the glass box, days without seeing the Taxonomist--or anyone else--and the loneliness presses on him. They bring him food while he's sleeping. At this point, he'd be grateful even for the whirring circle, if it gave him someone to talk to, or hold his hand, or pat his head and tell him not to be frightened.
Six weeks pass in this way, before he gives in and puts his claws in his neck.
11/3/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 502
Status: Lost
Story: 762193A
'Verse: The Institute Files
Colors: Heart Gold #1. I love you - those three words have my life in them. - Tsarina Alexandra, Eisenhower Green #12. you don't talk to other humans much, do you?, TARDIS Blue #11. I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part.
Supplies and Materials: feathers, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N2 "building (verb)"), novelty beads (Last Thing I Wanted--Terri Clark), yarn, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 1009
Rating: R
Characters: The Taxonomist, #762193A
Warnings: Suicide, interspecies romance with potentially problematic power dynamics.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is a kind of weird 'verse. I know there's long narrative buried somewhere in here, but I haven't found it yet. All I've written so far are short/edited/partially-redacted files like this one, so there aren't even any main characters as such. I don't know how much I'll be writing in this 'verse, but...well, here it is. Also, could I please have a story tag?
9/15/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 001
Status: Obtained
Subject is terrestrial nonhuman male(?), captured on an island in the ---------- Sea. Humanoid, with clawed appendages. Skin is blue and harder than on standard terrestrial humans. No tail, wings, or other extra appendages evident. Details of origin and sentience to be tested.
The Taxonomist pries open the crate with a crowbar. She is wearing several layers of protective Kevlar layered with titanium chainmail. Sedating the nonhumans--terrestrial and otherwise--is always a gamble. Particularly as this creature has claws, she does not wish to take chances.
Her precautions, however, are unnecessary. The new subject captured for her miles away has responded positively to the tranquilizers. She smiles at him, and gives orders to the workers behind her. They move the subject onto a stretcher and carry him to Section 762 for classification.
10/05/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 009
Status: Observed
Subject is confirmed as male, with vocal chords compatible with sounds similar to human speech. He has not yet begun learning words, but the Taxonomist is hopeful. Subject is fairly docile. Though carnivorous, details of diet have yet to be determined.
He curls up in a corner of his cage. It's still a cage, even if it's nice and no one's hurting him. He doesn't quite grasp concepts the way his human captors do, but he understands that he is a captive.
They aren't cruel, though. They don't hurt him, at least not on purpose. And they feed him, if not good food, things that are edible. They put him in a whirring circle sometimes. He hates the circle, and the female who is in charge of the humans who put him there seems aware of it. She gently pats his head when he's out, knowing he won't claw her. Claws are for feeding and marking your mate, anyway, and the human female doesn't seem to be a good meal and is too oddly colored to be a proper mate.
4/19/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 046
Status: Damaged
Subject was accidentally damaged, by a careless new subordinate who failed to read the file carefully and take into account the subject's hollow bones. Subject has been taken to Section 016 for tending, subordinate has been taken to Section 0 for debrief and termination procedures.
The Taxonomist stares at her young associate. "What went wrong?" she asks him, with deceptive calm.
He isn't fooled, and flinches a little. "I...he fell, it was an accident, I didn't catch him in time, we were on the stairs, and those claws--"
"That," she cuts him off, "is an excuse. Not an explanation."
He flinches again. "I was taking him for another MRI. We were on the stairs, I wasn't watching closely enough, his claws caught in the carpeting, and he fell."
She watches him for a minute, then nods. "Write out the formal statement," she says, then walks away. His memories of the Institute will be erased--fortunately, he doesn't have many--and he'll wake up in his home, none the wiser. She doesn't pity him. He could have killed her pet project.
1/06/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 285
Status: Conversant
Subject now able to hold short conversations, mostly dealing with immediate concepts, needs, and desires. He seems to have some notion of past and future, and it is certain he does not merely mimic human speech. Probability of human-level sentience, or something very near to it, is high.
"What's this?" the Taxonomist asks him, holding something up.
He frowns at it, taking a few seconds to remember the word itself, then another to remember how to shape the sounds. "Apple?"
"Good. And this?"
"Cat?"
"Very good." She smiles at him and puts the cards away. "That's all for today."
"Bye-bye." He smiles back at her, watching her leave.
9/28/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 500
Status: Compromised
Subject's interactions with the Taxonomist have begun to seem slightly suspect. More careful observation of the two of them seems necessary, and steps have been taken.
He speaks very well now, at least with her. She finds that he has interesting things to say, and spends more time with him than with the others in Section 762. She isn't aware that the others are watching her.
He looks up at her and smiles when she comes into his room. "Hullo," he says, in his odd little voice.
"Hello," she replies, smiling back at him. She comes and sits next to him. "How are you today, 193?" He has a name, of course, in the ordinary vocalizations of his species, but she can't pronounce it. And he doesn't mind when she calls him by his number.
"I'm good today," he says, clicking two of his claws together. "How are you today?"
And he doesn't know her name, either. Proprieties must be observed.
"Happy to see you," is all she says, taking his clicking hand. He smiles and digs his claws in a little, making pinpricks--not much of a marking, but all they can do without getting caught.
9/29/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 501
Status: Isolated
Subject's relationship with the Taxonomist has compromised the integrity of the Institute. He has been removed to the Vault to avoid contamination of the other subjects in Section 762. She has been taken to Section 0.
He curls up in the glass box they've left him in. He knows his odd-colored mate wanted what they had to be kept secret, though he didn't quite understand why. They wouldn't tell him where she was, but he'd been told he'd never see her again.
Days go by in the glass box, days without seeing the Taxonomist--or anyone else--and the loneliness presses on him. They bring him food while he's sleeping. At this point, he'd be grateful even for the whirring circle, if it gave him someone to talk to, or hold his hand, or pat his head and tell him not to be frightened.
Six weeks pass in this way, before he gives in and puts his claws in his neck.
11/3/22--
Subject: #762193A
Entry: 502
Status: Lost
no subject
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Probably nothing good--a large portion of her life had to be erased.
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That's all I got, sorry.
Your story tag has been added.
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