Subject 2: You stable?

Subject 1: The water is gone. So... yes. [Subject's voice is deep and raspy, possibly indicating water still in the throat or that some water has been ingested.]
Subject 2: How long did you last?

Subject 1: My feathers were soaked. I panicked early... so not long. [Registered time: 1:34.6, well below that of an average human in good health.]

Subject 2: I want to kill them. I want to die. [Subject shakes violently, puts finger against recently repaired hole in wall. Registered time: 3:05.9, has been increasing readily due to repeated exposure. Other tests of agility and strength reveal results far past human.]

Subject 1: Don't do anything stupid. I can't be here alone.

[Subject 2 mutters in silence. Voice is not entirely human. Recent testing on firing of neurons indicates that something is working below the surface, in more primal areas of the brain, especially when Subject is under intense stress.]

Subject 1: Just... think about what we'll do when we get out. Think about it.

Subject 2: I don't have any plans. My life was ridiculously boring before.

Subject 1: Eating.

Subject 2: I guess there's a lot of normal things I feel like doing.

Subject 1: Things? Are you going to extrapolate on that?

Subject 2: Stuff.

Subject 1: Stuff and things. [Subject sighs.] Thanks for specifying.

Subject 2: Precisely. You're on my wavelength.

[Subject 1 shivers violently.]

Subject 2: Do you want to talk any more?

Subject 1: I always do but I don't know if I can.

Subject 2: It's okay. I'm not really sure if I can either. I'm too fucking angry.

Subject 1: [Subject sighs, presses her head against the brick wall of the cell.] Why are we like this?

Subject 2: I don't know. It's kind of an arbitrary choice of animal. Wonder if they started with easier DNA?

Subject 1: ... You think someone else died in here?

Subject 2: No, no. Don't think about it like that. Think like... monkey man. 5% slightly less human.

Subject 1: That sounds incredibly sounds lame.

Subject 2: You've never watched Dragonball, have you? Don't count out the monkey man.

Subject 1: You watch anime?

Subject 2: Please, I'm a shut-in who's homeschooled. Any respectable person in my situation would at least dabble.

Subject 1: Weird. Never watched any.

Subject 2: Is it weird?
Subject 1: It's not a bad weird!

Subject 2: Oh. Yeah, I mean, I guess weird is going to be our birthright when we get out of here. Can you imagine how much fun we're going to have with all those other Extras, though?

Subject 1: I've thought about it. Of course, I've also kind of thought about... what are we going to do when we get out of CorpInd? We're going to meet people whose parents were employed there. Probably eat those cereals and painkillers or whatever. It's us, sure, but it's not... just us. I mean, it's our quest, probably, but... I'm sorry, my head's spinning. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me, and I've been working at it.
Subject 2: Are those people Extras, too? The adults who are involved in this.

Subject 1: I thought you were the expert.

Subject 2: Well, I don't know. I guess they're not anything. No one ever finds most of them.

Subject 1: Finds?

Subject 2: Yeah, the extras to the Extras have this great tendency to die off in masse.

Subject 1: ... That's depressing.

Subject 2: Not really. I think about it whenever things get really, really bad. I look them straight in the face before they give me boosters or run tests or whatever sadistic thing they have planned for that day-- the universe is looking down on me, personally chose me to kick your ass, and you're standing there, glossy-eyed, in my way. Someday I'm going to ruin this place and I will go on without you no matter what you do. Understood? [Subject's voice rises until it reaches a guttural, canine pitch.]

Subject 1: [Subject recoils.] The universe is looking down on us.

Subject 2: Better be.

Subject 1: I am about to do the most cliche thing I have ever done, so I hope someone is watching.

Subject 2: Huh?

Subject 1: [Brief silence. Subject inhales, presses hand to the wall, water shaking off body.] I love you.

Subject 2: You too.

[Brief silence ensues.]

Subject 2: Where do you go after that?

Subject 1: Home, hopefully. Somewhere with you.

Subject 2: Thanks.

Subject 1: You keep me sane. I should be thanking you.

Subject 2: I think it's a reciprocal thing.

Subject 1: That's good. I get worried about slowing people down back at home. I mean, I had a lot of friends, but I don't even know if they'll want to see me when I get back. I'm really, really paranoid about it, actually, so I just haven't been thinking about people.

Subject 2: That's ridiculous.

Subject 1: You think so?

Subject 2: You think everyone's just going to throw us to the wayside because we're a little cuddlier than before? It's just a little recombinant DNA, probably spliced in a way with no scientific accuracy whatsoever to give us cool-ass powers. How much could we possibly change?

Subject 1: [Subject looks up at the ceiling.] You... don't want to answer that question.

(Surveillance lost.)