NovelEnglishChapter 489 The door to the pod opened, and an assistant dressed in protective clothing entered with a cart. On the cart, there was a large starfish pillow as well as fruits and snacks, all adorned with quarantine signs.
"These cfrom your adopter, and they're going to be sterilized," the assistant said in a deep voice as he swiftly inserted the items into my capsule through the disinfection port. It was a bit challenging to squeeze in the starfish pillow.
I was taken aback for a moment when I spotted the starfish. I then quickly embraced it in my arms. It was soft and carried the scent of sunshine.
There was a star symbol on the tag of the starfish. It was Steven! I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. I turned to face the surveillance camera.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder the president of Crowdstar Group suddenly selectedas an experimental subject and paid a lump sum... As it turned out, Steven and the president had cto a mutual agreement.
Perhaps he utilized the shares of the Lincoln Group to secure the opportunity to meet and negotiate with the president of Crowdstar Group. I felt a sense of joy for Steven, and simultaneously, a wave of relief washed over me. There was no doubt in my mind that Steven would not disregard me.
Holding the starfish in my arms, I sat on the ground and indulged in the fresh fruit. It was clear that the other experimental subjects had never experienced anything like this before, and they all watchedwith great anticipation.
I ate a sweet grape. Then, I looked up at the camera and thought for a while. I tapped my knees lightly. I asked the other person if he was Steven.
Had Steven met the president of Crowdstar Group yet? The camera moved, shaking up and down as if nodding, I felt a surge of joy, although I had to restrain myself from revealing it. Hence, I humbly lowered my head and indulged in a grape.
It was truly Steven! What Nancy said was undoubtedly a lie. Steven would never sleep with anyone else... Despite trying to reassure myself with this thought, I still felt unsettled. Genetic attraction could be a clash of primal desires that was hard to resist.
Next to my pod, there was a pregnant experimental subject appearing to be on the verge of giving birth.
She urgently knocked on the pod's door. Her body was wracked with throbbing sensations and an inability to remain still.
There was a sudden gush of liquid between her legs. Her water had broken... She was about to give birth. I stood up and frantically pounded on the pod's door. "Is anyone there? She's giving birth!" Damn it! She was on the brink of giving birth, yet there was no one to attend to her. The monitoring equipment here was very complete, so it was impossible for them not to see it. Nevertheless, the personnel in this laboratory failed to regard the experimental subjects as human beings! After all, these experimental subjects had not been registered and therefore seemed to be without legal protection. Their existence was unknown, making them vulnerable to being erased and destroyed at any time.
"Is anyone there?" I slammed the door in frustration, feeling a surge of anger that overwhelmed my emotions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was Subject Number 57 who was about to give birth. After her amniotic sac ruptured, she began to experience bleeding from her lower body. If the baby wasn't delivered promptly or via Cesarean section, two lives would be at risk.
"Asshole!" I kicked the door hard, shooting an angry look at the surveillance camera outside the pod. It was evident that someone was watching, but they did not treat us as human beings at all!
I slammed the door forcefully and accidentally injured my hand, causing it to bleed and stain, the door.O M Perhaps sensing my frustration, the other subjects in the neighboring pods also began forcefully banging their doors. The male experimental subjects' behavior becincreasingly manic.
I was startled by the thunderous crashing sound and turned to see the three male experimental subjects. They were pounding on the door, displaying a silent, seamless cooperation that didn't involve any communication.
These were individuals who had been raised in the lab pods since birth and Ο' had never been exposed to om ever socialization. In the eyes of the organization, they were not considered as human beings. The sound of knocking on the doors grew increasingly louder. Their force was formidable, causing the transparent lab to tremble slightly.
Eventually, the door to the lab swung open, revealing the entrance of the staff accompanied by the mercenaries. Ashburn It was clear that they were no strangers to such occurrences.
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