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[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Her eyes blink as the world comes back to focus, datalogs began creating themselves as she looked around and it went to storage, removing the unneeded files with rewritten and still useless information. She pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around her legs as she began a wireless connection to the camera feed that was watching her. Freezing the image she stood up and began to look around at the cells opposite her, Deamster was still asleep and she wasn't about to wake him up. He needed sleep, all of the experiemtns on this block ha a problem with being awake, perhaps it was the deja vu feeling of being there everyday without change? She shrugged the idea away as there were more important things to spend her time on, as she looked at the end of the block she saw something much more worth her time. There sitting in a chair was a sleeping guard, aparently comfortable in this cell block. She smiled pleased with the chance to play around with a data package.

Packages began forming of disturbing images and perceived pain as she gathered a proper jolt for this man, an unsuspecting brain would be the easiest, he was unprotected. Soon the retreival was finnished and she was able to grab the image of a knife being shoved inside his gut and followed by pain packages.She watched as his face began to contort as whoever was attacking him was most likely someone that they loved, the idea was simply enough for him to fill the blanks and he was having a good dream, until now. His resperation began to increase and suddenly his eyes shot open and the man was screaming bloody murder. The girl, Mirage as she was known was standing and staring at him, "Bad dream Hon?"She was by no means perfect at what she did but being able to think faster was her gift so learning became simpler, Mirage recorded the data and then moved calmly back to the position she had left when freezing the camera. Allowing the camera back to recording she looked as though she hadn't moved and inch. Oh, how she dreamed of a day when the facility would institute electric doors such carelessness would be a gift among the murk of living in this cell. Her eyes watched her block mate, perhaps the scream jossled him awake perhaps they could talk. Often they did as it was pure silence between them.

Deam? Hey, Deam...

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[IamDug]

Alexander "Deamster" Millard

"They'll do anything to bring you down...

...but...

...that's how you get back up."

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A piercing scream broke the tranquil silence of the meditative state that replaced sleep for Deamster. His eyes shot open to the bright white light that filled every corner and every cell of the block. He had existed in this facility for the past year. His best estimation of the length of time was nearly exact due to the fact that the guards knew how long he had been in there, though they rarely ever referenced any time when he asked. He looked around at the area around him as he searched for who screamed and noticed it was one of his least favorite guards, a super soldier with a terrified look on his face, it was nice to see such a prideful man in this state of disarray. He laughed quietly to himself enjoying the sight of a man with an imaginary pain that never existed. Looking at the other cells Deamster noticed a fellow inmate, a girl who went by the name Mirage, sitting on her bed with her arms around her legs. He thought about it and decided that she was the culprit of the viscous prank that filled the guard with so much fear and Deamster such great pleasure, Deamster smiled nodding to her as a silent thanks. Good stuff! What'd you do to him?

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[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Mirage lifted her head and smiled at Deamster, her fellow telepath was truly the best conversation in the facility. Nothing special really, he just seemed so peaceful, he needed some excitement in his life. Some might say it was a bit too much... but nothing beats a fully functioning idea. They had a bit of give and take between them as they talked silently and she was rather fond of showing her data packages. Quickly she recovered the file and prepared it for transmission to the guard once more, if Deamster wished to see it why not let him, experience every bit of stimulus that there was to feel? Mirage stared at the man and began the process of transferring the stabbing. Eventually the package would form as a complete thought and he'd have to experience a thought, perhaps himself attacking? That would be pleasurable as he would attempt to stay alive although no harm would REALLY come.

Mirage had soon seeded the idea, locked away and then sent a final file to unzip the folder and let loose the idea eventually coming. Once again she smiled, this time a bit more deviously than the first, I'd watch out Deam, some things might be driven to a bit of a point.She sent the final piece of the package and watched the guard as the plan started to go into motion, she couldn't tell who would attack him simply she knew he would be attacked by someone wielding a knife of some sort, after all, it wasn't her that was seeing things, it was the guard. In reality it would simply be a dream figure causing him harm. However, it was far from lethal, it was all imaginary well the wound would be, pain, that would be all in the brain.

3... 2... 1... Enjoy.

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[IamDug]

Alexander "Deamster" Millard

"They'll do anything to bring you down...

...but...

...that's how you get back up."

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Deamster watched silently in anticipation for what was to come for the guard, he smiled at the thought of fake anguish being released upon someone who he so hated. The guard noded off for a second and began to fall into a sleep, Deamsters anticipation grew. All of a sudden, the guard began to lose what might have been left of his mind, and with no reason. The sight of the fake fear of death and how it effected one so weak minded amussed Deamster, to no extent. He looks at Mirage, smiled and gave her a thumbs up as if he said "Great job!" and began to laugh. The endless jokes that endlessly amussed Deamster made life in cell block 7 worth living, to some extent. As one could imagine, life locked in a cell, even with another telepath to communicate with, was no laughing matter... it was still Hell for him. Deamster looked down at his bed and became nostolgic, remembering the better days of his life.. this angered him. He looked at Mirage and transmited his feelings of sorrow and being caged in to her. I can't believe this is how our lives ended up, locked in a cage being submitted to tests involuntarly, I fought for this government... I fought for freedom....

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[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Mirage shook her head, she knew it to be a hard fact of life around here, you were no longer human when you came here, you weren't even living. Everyone here, they were all "killed" one way or another. There was no more law for them to hide behind, there was no humanity inside the captors. Staring at the pain of glass Mirage hadn't the faintest clue what to do or say to this man. He hoped for a different reality, he hoped that the world would come for them but the joke was, the world, it kept spinning regardless of the experiments. Their hopes wishes and dreams, were nothing in the eyes of this facility. Reality, over time became the walls, testing occasionally happened and that was a breath of... well more open air but despite that freedom was far from attainable. The walls of this cage made people feel claustrophobic, the air smelled more like a zoo and like at any zoo, some animals are dangerous and get placed somewhere specific.

The doors to the block opened up, alerting Mirage with a sound. Soon the sound of a slot opening, then closing occurred. It was the woman who served the food to the block, as the server came into view it was noted that the woman was not serving and now it was a rather impressive hulk of an experiment he had a dumb look to him, he seemed like he had gotten simpler but much more massive than your average man. Perhaps a gorilla. Soon Mirage was served her plate and as she opened her slot for food she smiled, if there was one thing they did that she could appreciate, it was that they gave her food that was healthy, not because they cared but because often testing would require a lot of energy that half a** foods wouldn't be able to give someone. But it didn't matter to her, healthy food is still healthy food and always worth it.

Mirage pulled the plate to her lap and began to eat silently, as the gorilla man made his way around she logged him inside a data package meant to label the workers, he was placed in a sub-folder "Guards". She looked to Deamster and quietly ate, I wonder who is getting the visit today, I'm betting it's you, you seem less tested than the others. They'll want you later probably, there isn't much I can really do for these people anyway, I just fix the computers. Although the two were friendly she never missed a chance to play the "I wonder game".

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[IamDug]

Alexander "Deamster" Millard

"They'll do anything to bring you down...

...but...

...that's how you get back up."

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Deamster smiled but he knew it was true, He hasn't been tested in weeks. Truth was, he never remembered what happened during those tests, though he was conscious the entire time, and knew it was hell. The guard finnished passing out the food and left only to return with a doctor. Doctor Seromiss, who specializes in psychology, anatomy, and neuroscience, was Deamsters assigned doctor, and his least favorite. "Millard, finnish eating then medical and psych wants to see you". Deamster knew that could only mean one thing, testing. He started to feel the ache in his head and the buring in his side... He finnished eating his tray and handed it to the guard and began the trip to hell that was everytime before a test, his thoughts began to race. "How long will it be this time?". "Will I live?". "How'd I get into this situation?". "How can I get out...?". He Ended the hallway and entered a small room with Doctor Seromiss and three guards, all with guns... the test begins...

"Put out your arm Millard". "Yes, sir". All three guards pointed their guns at him because they, and everybody, knew that at any moment during the testing process, Deamster could go into a state of psychosis, telekinetically killing a guard. He closed his eyes and waited for the shot to take over his body, and mind. "Stand". Deamster stood. "Go to medical and get vital signs done". Deamster went to medical and got his vital signs done, then went back to the room and sat. "Hook him up". They pluged him into moniters and brain wave scanners to try to further their understanding of his telekinetic and telepathic capabilities, which Deamster knew they'd never understand fully. Sometimes, power is given upon birth. Doctor Seromiss placed a block of wood in front of Deamster and motioned for him to lift it, he did. The scanners fluxuate and papers turn out, readings of the brain waves. "Good, Millard. Guards, take him to the field". Deamster, in his delerious state, still knew to dread what was to come. They entered the room and placed the target infront of the far wall. The target was, as always, a condemned prisoner. "Lift him". "No". Deamster would rather kill the doctor. ZAP! Deamster screamed and fell to the ground but imediatly got back to his feet. "Lift him!". Deamster had no choice, don't listen and be tortured or listen and kill prisoners, he was going to listen. Deamster focused on the 'target' and lifted up the area of focus, the man was now levitating, and due to unstable interferances, it hurt the prisoner. "Condense him". Deamster clenched his fist and the area of focus grew smaller and the man began to crunch up, killing him in the process. The man falls, condensed into a smaller form, it would obvious be painful, and Deamster knew that for a fact. The guards clean the room and step back once finnished. "Next!". The next prisoner came out with a terrofied look on his face due to the fact that him and the two others just wittnessed black mark material, the stuff they blank from your mind or kill you for seeing. The 'target' stood in spot, waiting for his fate with a horrid look on his face, it looked disgusted to Deamster. "Expand him". Deamster focused on the man, lifted him, and expanded the area of focus, ripping the man apart. Deamster had a flash back to a special opps. mission he did years before where he lifted up the enemy who entered and crushed his skull on the ground, he winced. He began to grow sick from all the chemicals and memories. His mind hurt worse than the cattle prod. "Are you out of energy, Millard?". Deamster let out a groan to answer the obvious question, his nose pouring blood. "Kill the other two". Deamster began to grow sicker, then, he vomitted. "Take him to his cell". Deamster looked up and the last thing he saw was the butt of a gun.

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[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Mirage sat quietly in her cell, she knew that the facility was rather fond of their tests and sometimes, occasionally they needed to be seen doing it. Mirage sat unmoving as the torture of death was inflicted to humans. What kinds of tests were these? Some were terrible, dark, devious, others were easy, simple, things that you could look at yourself after. For Deamster it was never that case, for all the time they had shared this cell block she had seen him get taken in and out of his cell for testing just to show progress and almost once a month, he would kill. Their fascination with him was maddening, and all he'd say, all he'd EVER say was that the experiments, the captives, everyone who had been modified, they didn't deserve this life. That when he fought for his country he didn't want this.

Mirage watched through the eyes of the camera which was placed to record the field, mostly it was for the guards, training videos almost. Soon she saw the telltale sign that Deamster was finished, he vomited. It was sad to see but it was much better than watching people get quartered. Mirage sat quietly on her bed blinking through the channels so that she could keep an eye of the guards who made their way back with Deamster, his legs trailing behind them. Soon they were on their floor and her interest faded. Playing back the video she was able to count how long the memory was and it would make it easier for her to hide it. She would help him forget each life snuffed out. Sadly enough, he had been tested two days ago, passed out the same way, two days before that, the same thing. She had been rewriting his memories so he couldn't remember how many people he had killed over the past few months that she had been able to help. But Mirage couldn't help but remember every soul snuffed out, every life extinguished. Taking a deep breath she came back to her senses and found herself staring at the two guards as they dropped Deamster's body on the bed.

The two guards walked away slowly, soon, the doors swung open and they continued out. She followed them slowly once they were at the next set of automatic doors they pulled open, as the pair attempted to walk through Mirage sent an warning data package to the door causing it to close violently on both of them one slipped out unscathed, the other was far from as lucky, his arm and leg were stuck and he tripped, tugging both joints out of socket. As he hit the ground the door simply slid back open. The pair stared at the door, awestruck.

Mirage then looked at the unconscious body of Deamster, slowly she gathered a memory, nothing special, just a plain white wall and sent it to him in a bid to help cover up the violence. As it left her mind for his she hopped he wouldn't wake, if he woke, he might remember it and then there would be two memories of this encounter much harder to rewrite over two than one, obviously. Mirage looked down at her lap as she still had some food in front of her. She nibbled patiently as there was no one for her to even talk to, not a soul.

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[Zazenna]

-|Dr. Jared Hadley|-
The Psychoanalyst

”When thoughts are mixed up...

... and thoughts are lacking sense...

... ask yourself how did I get here...

Dr. Hadley woke up, blinking as his room became more and more visible. Reaching over to the table beside his bed he felt around for his pack of cigarettes. However they weren't there. He sighed, to think that een after a year he still thought this to be a horrible dream. Sitting up the man ran his hands through his hair and let his legs over the edge of the bed. He yawned and threw on his usual dresshirt, dress pants and coat. Dr. Hadley walked out of his room and watched as the other researchers made their way towards their offices, they had always woken up sooner than him, he never complained it simply showed that they had more inititive than he did.

Grabbing a cup of premade coffee he fell in line and grabbed his charges for the day. He was scheduled to do work on cell block seven. He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. Looking through the files he felt that he would start with Experiment 1011, according to the files and prior experience she was the least dangerous of all the experiments in the cell block.

Within a couple minutes the doctor had made it to the fifth basement and made his way directly to the seventh cell block located at the end of the hall. The door opened and in he walked noticing a guard that seemed as though he was suffering from sleep deprivation, huge bags under his eyes, a lack of response to stimulus, in this case the stimulus was Dr. Hadley but nonetheless he failed to realize his presence. "Excuse me." Said the doctor to the guard, "I would like to use this seat, would you kindly give me that chance?" The guard stood up and leaned up against the wall.

The doctor walked to the center cell and set the chair down. As he took his seat he took a sip from his coffee. Setting it on the ground he pulled out his usual pen and notepad. "So, you are Experiment 1011, correct?" The doctor looked at the girl as she sat on her bed unmoving, he sighed. "Let's just get to the real questions. You have been here for multiple months, how do you feel exactly?"

... and you may find yourself in a dream.”

[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Mirage stared at the man, a Dr. Jared Hadley, she was aware of who he was even if he didn't know her real name. It was only natural for her to know because often times she was plugged into the system and she would work on what they needed and read through personnel files, he had come up very early in her search as he was marked as "important" and so of course he'd be first on her list. He began asking her his questions, pausing and expecting an answer but so far he had only asked a question that was easily read on the assignment sheet. She stared at him blankly as he moved on to the next one, something that actually required input.

"Affirmative, I have been online for four months, thirteen days, seven hours and forty seven --- forty eight minutes. However, I do not know exactly how long I had been here prior to the completion of the upgrades. Also, in regard to my 'feelings' I 'feel' that I should give you the general consensus of this block, according to my observations experiments seem to be aggravated by the similarity to yesterday and in my opinion we require more differentiation." Mirage's voice was distant, cold, and almost hollow as she spoke. It seemed to lack personality but it was because she was simply stating facts that were observable and didn't require her to feel very much at all. "Also, it has been noted that your appearance here usually comes as a sign of change. I would like to thank you in advance for the contributions."

Looking over into the other cell she noted the still unconscious Deamster. Mirage sighed and looked back to the doctor. "Dr. Hadley, I would also like to report that my operating system, Mirage, has been failing to offer any useful operations as of late. I have had to repair and reboot multiple times this week." Of course she was in top condition, but seen as she was the only one who knew how it felt to be mixed with the operating system she was able to convince them to give her all sorts of perks.

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[Zazenna]

-|Dr. Jared Hadley|-
The Psychoanalyst

”When thoughts are mixed up...

... and thoughts are lacking sense...

... ask yourself how did I get here...

Dr. Hadley quietly wrote into his notepad as the girl listed what he had asked for, even going as far as the exact length of time she had been in these cages. His notes however were less than remarkable, despite her human side it was quite obvious that she was more computer minded than she looked. Diagnosing a computer would be different perhaps he would simply have to search for a design flaw or a glitch using regular means of interface, conversation. He sighed as he placed the notebook and pen down his favorite tools would be useless in this pursuit, he wouldn't learn anything from regular scripted conversation that the facility preferred to use. It was perhaps time to go off the books and start from something they had rarely tried caring about in this place, relationships.

"You have been here for quite a while, and yet you rarely talk to anyone around you beside the scientists and when you do the elements of the conversation are rather lack luster and harbor no emotion. Is there some sort of ill feelings you have towards your fellow block mates and or the guards? Or is it simply that emotions are now difficult to grasp and people mean less than data now?" He looked around at the experiments they were all asleep so no one was watching any more intent that any other. turning back he took a sip of coffee and smiled. "Communication is key for the healthy mind, you are aware of that correct?" Dr. Hadley had no idea how to diagnose computers and he doubted anyone else did as well. Her information was unbiased and she meerly stated facts, there was no room for emotions in her speech and she was more than likely the most difficult to comprehend as the others had emotions to play off of.

... and you may find yourself in a dream.”

[Waffle Cones]

Yumi "Mirage" Ehime

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Mirage raised her head as he began to ask her new, random questions, she smiled at the lack of similarity and the new data that she was going to record it excited her to see new things. She pulled herself up to the front of the bed and stared intently at the man. He was now more interesting than the last time he visited. "Excuse me, Dr. Hadley it seems that you have left the usual script of communications as per your job requirements. I believe that you are supposed to ask me how I am coping with the cell as of late, are you not?" Mirage wasn't one for the scripted conversation either but it was predictable and meant absolutely nothing, now he was asking for her personal reflections, not something she could make a observation about and throw the others into.

Mirage smiled, "Despite the change I will indulge your curiosity, the reason I prefer to talk to scientists is because they do not ask me irrational questions, they ask me questions that require proper assessment of data and an overall analysis of the items brought in front of me. Whereas these experiments have irrational opinions based on rudimentary observations." Mirage didn't think less of the experiments she shared a block with but she didn't particularly appreciate their decision matrices, they seemed flawed in her calculated opinion. "On top of that they all hope to be free and yet do absolutely nothing about it, no planning, no trying, nothing, it is as if they are resigned to their fate yet want to seem an independent thinker. At one time I had attempted to figure out the probability of escape, given the average conditions it was still only granted that each individual cell block is guaranteed a twenty-two percent chance of escape on average. And it all starts with a single glass window which is containing at least one experiment who can break it per cell block. In my opinion it's unreasonable not to escape but my odds of escape are at less than one percent".

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[Zazenna]

-|Dr. Jared Hadley|-
The Psychoanalyst

”When thoughts are mixed up...

... and thoughts are lacking sense...

... ask yourself how did I get here...

Dr. Hadley looked at the experiment, was she really discussing escape with him, it was a bit outlandish to think that she'd be accurate in an estimation of something that had never happened but this girl was in essence a supercomputer and that he found chilling to the bone. Taking a sip of his coffee he mulled over his next thought and soon realized that even despite the rant she was still able to give herself less than a one percent chance, it made him curious as to why someone as smart as she was couldn't break out when apparently each block had nearly a one in four shot to get out. "So, tell me, if they have such a great chance to get out why don't they? I think you give them far too much credit, if there was anyone that could get out it would have to be you and you can't even beat a single percent... why is that?"

This girl confused him, but perhaps she had the answers that no one else did. However, he leaned down to grab his notebook and pencil, if she had something to say it was worth writing down because this was a security standard that needed to be addressed and if she had useful information then it was his job to stop whatever she llisted. Dr. Hadley readied himself for her list of flaws expecting to hear at least a hundred things based on this girls calculations and assumations.

... and you may find yourself in a dream.”