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Next video, not sure what to expect here, most of them have names—who it’s about—but this one has none.  For some reason, however, I felt the need to add this one in here—it fits since I couldn’t find any more videos of Sammy before she was brought down to that place. There are quite a few of her there, but she wasn’t that interesting of a case for them to break.  Guess some people are like that, easy to drive them insane.  She was already half insane when they got her.

The video started, it’s a young man with thick glasses, slicked back dark brown hair, and what looked like a white lab coat, though I can only see the top of it with a tucked in blue tie.  The rest of his body is off camera, so I could only see his face—like some sort of video blog.  He sat there silent for a while before he cleared his throat and started speaking, “Day 195.  Doctor Gellium and Doctor Bertousky have made some serious progress since the last update on day 168.  I think we may finally be onto something.  The specimen, she’s sleeping now, but the last batch of drugs we pumped into her had serious effects.  Her legs changed this time almost entirely, her back too, there was even some disfiguration in her face.  It was quite a miraculous thing to see I’d say so myself.

“But,” he cleared his throat again, “I strongly do not condone this type medical research.  Yes, yes, I know we took her from her mother when she was a newborn and marked her as a still-birth so according to all records she died and doesn’t exist.  But this still gives us no right to experiment on her without laws and regulations.  This is abusive.  This is wrong.

“She’s clearly in pain during the experiments; I can hear her scream for hours during the transformations, normally until she passes out.  At least she has that for her.  At least Tara has that, that she can faint from the pain so that she doesn’t feel it when the effects wear off and she returns to normal. 

“But our results wouldn’t be possible without this freedom to do what we want, if Tara was alive according to all record’s we’d have heavy restrictions of what we can and cannot test, making it extraordinarily hard to accomplish anything in the field.  I mean, look at these results,” his hand went for the camera and he adjusted it to point down at papers on the desk in front of him, he had a couple bar and line graphs. Though the scientist didn’t explain what the statistics are for the numbers, lines, and bars seemed to all be increasing with time.

“Four weeks now of consistent improvement!  The most recent transformation lasted a whopping three minutes twenty-two seconds!  Four weeks ago we couldn’t get her to stay longer than twenty seconds without more injections!  With the rate of improvement we have now Tara will be able to hold another form for ten, fifteen, or twenty minutes by the end of this term!”  The camera adjusted back up to focus on his face again.

“This is a double edge sword I have now.  I’m the outsider here, the assistant you could say, I really like what my idols are doing to advance medical research, their research could seriously change the world, but every time I inject Tara she screams.  She screams so terribly loud, so high pitch, and with so much woe.  I almost can’t stand it anymore.  I’ve found myself waking up with tears in my eyes and nightmares from her screams.  I begin to wonder, is all this effort worth it? 

“Is it really worth the pain we inflict on her?  And for what?  To change her into a cat? To change her entire body into something else?  Transformation could have military implications; it could have medical advancement – what if we could make it permanent, what if we could use stem cells to transform matter from thing to another?  Make human hearts out of a cow’s thigh; transform an amputated leg into a full new one.  The possibilities are endless.  But Tara, does she really have to suffer for this?

“Doctor Gellium and Doctor Bertousky have told me Tara isn’t a human.  That she’s nothing but a body for us to advance our studies.  She’s going to be famous in the afterlife, famous for being the one to unlock the secrets of DNA.  But there it is again, in the afterlife—because we don’t expect her to live, we expect her to die without the world ever knowing she’s existed.  We expect her to expire without her name ever being known—because if she was known then the world would jail us for our crimes against precious life.”

He turns to one side to look at something off screen, “She’s sleeping right there right now, resting after a day of agony.  She’s so adorable and innocent when she sleeps, blissfully unaware that tomorrow we’re going to stick her with needles again and make her scream until she wishes she was dead.”

He picked up the camera and turned it.  Next to him and on the desk was a cage.  Inside the cage was newspaper, a small water spigot, half-filled bowl of food, and a small mouse huddled up in the center slowly breathing as its nose twitched slightly at whatever dream she was having.  The mouse’s eyes flickered lightly as the man’s shadow went over the cage and he spoke from behind the camera, “Look at her, so cute and unaware.  She’ll never see the daylight; she’ll never feel the warmth of outside.  Her whole existence will be this cold lab and that barren cage.  I’m not sure if I can deal with much more of Tara screaming—I just want it all to end…”