It took hours for the chaotic lights and sounds in the lab to die out. Hours with nothing but a pink pile of sludge lying in the middle of the floor, slowly taking a more and more solid shape. What started as a lump was slowly dissolved into a pile, then formed back into a more recognizable, humanoid shape. When all the lights turned back to a calmer blue, and the sirens blared their last, the lump finally started to move upwards. First a pair of legs materialized, then a torso on top of it. Two arms and a featureless head sprouted out spontaneously. The result was more of a mold of a person than an individual themselves, like clay waiting to be given a form. Standing up, the thing’s feet wobbled as it took its first steps. It moved meticulously at first as it walked towards the hallway, until putting its hands on its hips and letting them sway. Hair spontaneously sprouted out, its wild untamed form quickly turning more solid and curling. Two pitch black eyes with blue irises opened
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The normally completely grey room that the woman normally slept in was currently being lit up by bright red flashing lights. Her pod burst open, letting out excess steam and air as she jolted awake. “What the hell…” Rubbing her eyes and as she got up, she went straight for the hallway at a leisurely pace, seemingly oblivious to the artificially induced lighting chaos going on around her. Walking through and getting dressed as if it was just another day, she quickly tied her hair back as she made for the lab. One of the orb drones flew over to her, and flashed a long string of text with various sentences outlined in red. Swatting it away, the scientist swore to herself. “Should’ve used stabilizers before I left, and now I’m losing all my sleep. Figures.” She huffed as she walked into the lab. Taking a quick moment to notice the wild convulsions going on inside the vat, she paced over to her panels and swiftly slid some holographic dials. “Not now, T-14, I’m trying to
Five hundred nineteen mecibals since start of experiment. The pod opened once more, and the woman slowly opened her eyes and rose out of it. Same routine as always; Apply care to self, get dressed, prepare for daily recording. “Thirty second cycle around the star, angle five.” Walking into her lab, the manmade lights came back on their own, adding to the light of the giant star outside. “Will be continuing attempts of merging test chemicals with the culture fluid. Majin component still reacts poorly to any and all substances added to it, still no successful reactions since tests with D432.” Walking straight to her panels this time, the navy-colored girl examined a few gauges, showing different potential substance mixture outcomes. “Gods, sometimes I think this is pointless…” She muttered to herself. “Honestly, its not like the solution will just come naturally to…” Her train of thought stopped dead in its tracks at the station as a thought came to board. “No, wait…” Pulling up a
Marching over to the control panel that was positioned in front of the large vat, the azure colored woman expertly navigated her fingers over one of the panels, pressing a few holographic buttons. A gauge on another panel began rising, and she quickly pressed a button, which caused a formerly pink screen to turn a lighter blue, and the gauge to fall back down. “Someone seems a little feisty this morning…” The woman nonchalantly remarked. “But that’s quite alright, we’ll need you to be for what I have planned, won’t we?” Leaning down and opening a side panel, a blue hand reached inside and pulled out a mug filled with a steaming liquid. Inhaling a deep whiff of its scent, she smiled and took a sip. It was the small things that helped her through the day. Placing it down on a more solid part of the panel in front of her, she let herself get another nice long look at the vat. Staring at her own reflection in the glass, she couldn’t help but notice in that instance how much her face
Five hundred eighteen mecibals since start of experiment. A pod-like bed opened itself, revealing a gorgeous, curvy grey skinned woman with messy purple hair and shining body plates, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of white underwear. Yawning, she stretched and got out of bed, and quickly tapped a few buttons on a pad that was hardwired into the adjacent wall. After that, she walked towards another of the walls in the seemingly enclosed room, pausing and allowing it to open itself, revealing a room with a mirror and sink on the other end. Walking inside and letting the door seal itself behind her, the woman opened a drawer, and pulled out a modest makeup kit. It wasn’t that she wanted to look pretty, she told herself; After all, who was she even looking pretty for? Rather, it was simply routine. Routine for her to meticulously apply mascara to her eyelashes, routine for her to neatly apply eyeliner around her piercing blue eyes, making sure they were given a nice shine. It was