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The test sits, silent, in front of me. All the words and letters seem mixed, change into meaningless symbols in my mind. I was so cold in my patients gown, it was always so cold.I look at the questions again.

It’s not a real test, just to make sure my mind is... sound. They just said to answer honestly. They’re questions like what is your favorite color? and what is the first thing you think of when you see ____________. Not hard, no. But nonetheless, my hands shake and I start to feel hot under my skin.

I know why they’re making me take this test, really. It’s because of my breakdown the other day. I told them I’m fine at least a hundred times. They said they believed me, but they gave me the test to make sure.

I know there are wrong answers, I know. They’ll mark me as another failed experiment and then... I don’t know what then. Maybe if I just leave without marking anything, they’ll give up.

There are only a few other people in the room, watching me. Suddenly I feel just sick. I start to dry-heave and hyperventilate. They rush over to me, more out of necessity than concern.

“You alright?” One asks mechanically as they try to calm me down, give me some pills.

I can’t answer. They try to force some in my mouth but I push them away violently. I snarl and lunge at one. I feel pain on my nails and gums, but I am so pumped I don’t care. Animal instincts take over as I grow my teeth and claws longer and sharper. It didn’t take much persuasion, since the hyperventilation pumped adrenaline throughout my body.

I am hyper-alert. The world is so real it almost seems like a dream. fight or flight, that is what I’m built for. I cannot escape, so fight it is.

“G-27, we don’t want to have to sedate you again, please calm down. We do not want to hurt you.” They advance towards me cautiously, but tensely. An animal stalking its prey. The syringe in their hands has a clear liquid, made specifically for me. I know it all to well.

“Just let me out, let me out!” It sounds more animal than human. This is not helping my case of pity. Maybe I can scare them away, but they do not seem afraid.    

Lunging again, I go at the one with the syringe. I slash without looking, bite without seeing. Finally the other one pulls me off, but just as quickly I squirm out and slash his face.

When I finally calm down, I see four dead around me. I killed them. I killed them. I killed them...

    “That’s not good.” A man in a white lab coat looked at the simulation on the screen, frowning

    “Hm. Maybe we should try to get rid of the animal instinct next time?”

    “The tried that before, they barely even grew claws when we tried. She went almost entirely lupine, and she had the most instinct.”

    The other sighed, and looked through the glass behind him. G-27 laid there, shifting and whining like a dog in her sleep, tubes and needles all along her body. Her dark skin had purple blotches on her arms and legs. Her black hair had been cut to little more than a fuzz on her head. The white patients gown contrasted starkly with her skin, bringing out the bruises even more, making her skin glow almost yellow. She was grotesque to look at, an animal that should have been put down long ago.

    “If she continues like that, we will have to put her down.”

    “Well, there are others.”