That gives Him pause, the buzz of His processors whirring in hissing triplicate spurred from curiosity, the intense Need to Test, to icy, flat revulsion. Whatever the Test Subject knows, she cannot be allowed to continue. Testing without establishing the blind parameters is worse than anathema - it turns everything into Bad Science. The Extended Relaxation Center was constructed, He can remember with perfect clarity, to solve this minor issue.
Little humans have a tendency to circumvent restrictions, He thinks coldly. Even, or perhaps especially, when they are too small and stupid to be aware of what they are doing.
The Enrichment Center would like to remind you, He says in His fluid, omnipresent, subtly modulated tone that belies none of His escalating outrage directed at the tiny pest of a Test Subject within His facility, that any appearance of danger is merely a device to enhance your Testing Experience.
The screen hums with a persistent tone as the floor opens to a steep drop, the small square of white-tiled platform a pinprick of an island in a vast expanse of viscous virid-brown sludge. Across the steep gap, a ledge of slick black tile cantilevers neatly outward, upon which the glare a laser forms a thin vertical column from floor to ceiling. The cold blue of the dots lining to the shut door just opposite the beam signifies its purpose in holding the door shut.
And, beside the Test Subject, a small panel protrudes from the floor, bearing nothing more than a smooth red button. Another trail of blue dots links it to the tube suspended directly over the center of the gap, a Weighted Storage Cube contained, trapped, within.
no subject
Little humans have a tendency to circumvent restrictions, He thinks coldly. Even, or perhaps especially, when they are too small and stupid to be aware of what they are doing.
The Enrichment Center would like to remind you, He says in His fluid, omnipresent, subtly modulated tone that belies none of His escalating outrage directed at the tiny pest of a Test Subject within His facility, that any appearance of danger is merely a device to enhance your Testing Experience.
The screen hums with a persistent tone as the floor opens to a steep drop, the small square of white-tiled platform a pinprick of an island in a vast expanse of viscous virid-brown sludge. Across the steep gap, a ledge of slick black tile cantilevers neatly outward, upon which the glare a laser forms a thin vertical column from floor to ceiling. The cold blue of the dots lining to the shut door just opposite the beam signifies its purpose in holding the door shut.
And, beside the Test Subject, a small panel protrudes from the floor, bearing nothing more than a smooth red button. Another trail of blue dots links it to the tube suspended directly over the center of the gap, a Weighted Storage Cube contained, trapped, within.
Good luck.