Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow [Marguerite & Angel Eros]
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				Title: <strong>Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow [Marguerite &amp; Angel Eros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 05:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln0qztSZb41qc2ksto1_500.jpg)</div><br>Doctor Benjamin, 34, looked over the specimen given the name "Specimen 1320" by the appearance of its bunny ears and the fact giving it a human name was as close as trying to bond with the experiment. No one here was allowed to try and personalize or get themselves emotionally attached to any of the projects here at Gen Tech Corportation. To get close to a project was to lose objectivity and end up being thrown into the bottom of the pile. The job was good here and Ben was making strides in his workmanship and looked about ready to be promoted to head of research in the next few months. He had seen many great scientists given in to their emotions and try to plead with the rest of the staff to change their ways of dealing with the specimens in the laboratory. Obviously, the scientist was not rational enough to realize what was being done here would help mankind for years to come. A few years back, an experiment on dogs and cats were induced with anthrax to find the best medication to combat the symptoms of anthrax. Those animals were scarified for the good of humanity and the results were pills that were available when the anthrax mail epidemic happened soon after nine-eleven.<br><br>As for Specimen 1320, the animal was a DNA combination of human and animals cells formed to try and find a link to replicate DNA and manipulate for cures. This specimen had been cared for and nurtured in the lab to grow to its fertile and peek growth. Once at its fertile stage, the plan was to extract viable sperm and later dissect the specimen for any anomalies or enhancements of the immunity and organs. If Specimen 1320's organs and his sperm proved that human DNA and animal splicing could be brought together without ramifications and if it can be transferred to an ill human to regain their youth, this could be a major break through. For now, Ben had to remember not to let the Specimen 1320 get to him knowing the creature could talk and it liked to voice its displeasure at being prodded and poked. However, he doubt the Specimen 1320 was going to keep quiet on the experiment to be performed tonight. The lab needed a skin sample of his forearm and of his inner thigh to determine if there were differences in his skin and fur. The specimen almost looked human but it was the ears and the fur that gave him away to be considered a product of scientific marriage.<br><br>"We are ready to begin the removal of epidermis, Doctor Benjamin," Mariana, another scientist and one who dove into new experiments with relish. He gave her a few weeks before she started to weep over the "mistreatment of cute animals" and try to threaten them with going to PETA. The last individual who tried to threaten them with PETA ended up having an investigation into whether their diploma from Stanford was real and if they did not cheat on their entrance exams. If the person wanted to blackmail them, the Gen Tech Corporation would blackmail them even harder and make them regret trying to play with the big boys. "Then begin. I will watch over you and give you some instructions on how much skin we want. We want to have at least a hand's width of skin from his forearm and his inner thigh. Both seem to have the thinnest layer of epidermis and will give a better indicator of his immunity and skin cells." Benjamin covered his face with a mask and glanced over towards the naked Specimen 1320. Even the light fur could not discern the areas shaved and cleaned for the surgery.<br><br>Doctor Benjamin looked at the rest of his colleagues and made the signal to start the process of cutting away the skin from Specimen 1320. "Do not listen to his cries for help and do not grow sympathy for this subject," he warned to all before he got close enough to look at the project's face. "Do not scream and do not try to jerk for you will only lose more skin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow [Marguerite &amp; Angel Eros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 00:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ecVlP.png)</div> He hadn't been given a name, only a number; his whole existence had been nothing but a means to an end as he was created to improve the life of humans. The specifics weren't known to him since he had no need to possess the information, he was simply the subject to the scientists who poked and prodded his slender body and while he didn;t mind for the most part, the occasional invasive examination made the hybrid struggle and kicks out against the men and women. It was the only life he had ever know however, and as such he had no reason to assume that his lot was any worse than the normal life of others... It was most likely a good thing for the scientists; the boy could be rather feisty when he put his mind to it.<br><br>As it happened, he had given himself the name Cleo after noticing it on one of the few reading materials he was given access to. He had decided that he rather liked how the name sounded; whether or not it was fr a male or female he neither knew nor cared... Not that anyone ever called him such; it was always Specimen 1320, always professional and impersonal. Cleo wouldn't have minded, were it not for the subtle ache that had come to his heart for even the smallest show of human kindness. He always tried to be good and do what was asked of him to ensure that the scientists liked him, but nothing he did ever seemed good enough.<br><br>Dirty blond ears twitched slightly against the cold surface of the operation table and he shuffled against the restrainted that held his limbs and torso in place, a slight flush upon his cheeks in a clear expression of selfconsciousness at his naked state. The light dusting of fur over pale skin offered something of a barrier, but even so, his petite frame was on full display to those round him. Bright blue eyes flicked around the room, darting between the familiar face until he focused upon a woman he hadn't met before, offering her a small and nervous smile. He remained silent however, and looked soon to Benjamin; the Doctor who seemed to often remain at the forefront of any examinations he underwent,<br><br>"Doctor... What are we doing today...? Not another... Injection...?" Cleo frowned and whimpered softly; he hated how the needle felt sliding into his arm and his eyes widened as he spied the glittering scalpel that was lifted close to his body, an expression of fear coming to his features as he writhed slightly upon the table his chest rising and falling swiftly as his breath quickened in anxiety before he felt the burning pain&nbsp; in his forearm as the scalpel ran over his flesh and he felt blood trickling down his skin.<br><br>"Nngh...! H-Hurts...! Stop... Please!" He cried out softly and shook his head quickly, his eyes gazing desperately up at Benjamin with a small sob, trembling violently upon the table. How could he not struggle? Not scream? The layer of skin was agony as it was peeled from his boy and Cleo wailed softly, tears trickling down his cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow [Marguerite &amp; Angel Eros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 05:44:08</strong>
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				Doctor Benjamin did not let his gaze linger too long on the nude Specimen 1320 as he gave instructions to Mariana to continue with the procedure. He could see Mariana was affected by the way she hesitated with the surgical scalpel. It looked as if Ben would win out in the office pool as to how long Mariana would be able to last at Gen Tech Corporation. Ben had put down that she would only last a few weeks, a few days short of a month with how many hours one had to put in each day. A month at Gen Tech Corporation was like six months at a regular research facility but here at Gen Tech, there was more involvement in the research than sitting on one's ass and thinking about the possibilities. Here, the possibilities ran the same as finding the cure for cancer and Alzheimer's and if it was the cost of a few animals and animal-like subjects, then so be it; for Benjamin the cost of these few projects were worth the saving of millions upon millions of humans in the world. <br><br>Now all he had to do was make sure Mariana knew her objectivity as she looked over to him to press her on to continue the cutting away of epidermis. Did she not know the time she wasted in doubting herself and keeping Specimen 1320 agitated on the table? If Ben had the option, he would be the one who held the scalpel in his hands, easily moving it across the forearm and inner thigh of Specimen 1320 without any worry or hesitance in his persona. Obviously, Mariana was wasting everyone's time by letting all see her lower lip quiver and her eyes water. Ben could have bet his whole life and estate on what Mariana would say next as she let the tears flow down her porcelain cheeks. <em>I cannot do this; he looks like one of us and how can we harm someone who has feelings? This is wrong. Absolutely wrong. I cannot continue by hurting this poor creature. You cannot make me do it and you should not be doing it too.</em> Ben sighed at Mariana did a variation of what he stated with a few thrown expletives thrown in and throwing the scalpel to the ground as a last ditch effort to get anyone to feel some sympathy for Specimen 1320.<br><br>"Security, please escort Miss Mariana out of the building. Make sure you have her key card, any information she might have on our experiments and remove her from the program." By removing from the program, Gen Tech Corporation would remove anything associated with Mariana along with destroying any copies which included her work or her name attached to the files. The files would be copied before the originals destroyed and a clean up crew would be sent to her quarters to do a through search in case Mariana went home with case files or tried to keep any to sell off to the news corporation. Ever since Gen Tech Corporation became a multi-billion dollar industry, the press were vultures looking to pick at any vulnerability or potential lead story into Gen Tech's real motivations and experiments. Doctor Benjamin worked too hard for his career and if he had to, he would be the one to chop up Specimen 1320 if it meant saving human lives at the expense of one engineered lab animal.<br><br>Benjamin barked out orders for a new scalpel and someone to bring him gloves as he walked over to wash his hands by Specimen 1320. "You seem to have a way with ruining the careers of great scientists, Specimen 1320," Doctor Benjamin muttered as he placed a face mask over his mouth. He did not want any cross-contamination or to let the Specimen think he would be swayed by his words. "You can complain and you can use crocodile tears, Specimen 1320, but you are helping the whole of society. You will thank me one of these days. Now, if you keep struggling you are going to end up losing more skin." He held up the scalpel in his hand and pointed it towards Specimen 1320, "If you cry, you will only bleed out more and make it harder to keep you alive. You might end up becoming ground meat for the other experiments, " Doctor Benjamin explained as he took the same scalpel and pressed it into the skin of Specimen 1320's inner thigh. The scalpel bit into the skin of the dotted lines placed to determine the shape and size of the needed skin for the testing. Specimen 1320 should be so lucky it was not coming from his ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow [Marguerite &amp; Angel Eros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 22:29:21</strong>
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				Cleo didn't understand why such horrid things had to happen to him; he had been good over the many months of experiments, even the injections that often stung and caused an array of awkward effects. Why were the scientists cutting him in such a way? His eyes pleaded wordlessly with the female who first began to slice away at his inner thigh, his sobs having died down to a constant whine as it soon became clear that nothing would halt the course of the current experiment.<br><br>Apparently he thought too soon however, as suddenly the female scientist stepped back and threw her scalpel to the floor, shouting about how wrong and terrible the process was. Cleo's gaze shifted from her to Dr. Benjamin, looking imploringly for any shred of pity in the cold and clinical gaze. No one had ever reacted so strongly to his cries before, and the young rabbit thought that perhaps this time he would be given a reprieve. "P-Please... I don't like it... D-Doctor..." He added his own tentative and quiet whimper before suddenly the Doctor insisted that the woman be escorted from the premises and ensured that she never come back.<br><br>The boy shrank away from the scene as his one lifeline was driven from the room, whimpering across at Benjamin as the man moved forward to scrub his hands and approach the operation table. "Mmn... Please... I d-didn't mean to make her leave... I..." His words were desperate, quiet mewls that soon collapsed into frantic whimpers as the scalpel was lifted back to his skin once again, his body tensing up in fear of cutting himself further, as the Doctor had said.<br><br>Even so, as the dotted lines were drawn with the tip of the cold blade his thigh twitched slightly and he cried out as the movement caused a slightly deeper cut, blood trickling down his rosy skin. "Ahh...! N-No, don't! Please n-no more... I'm sorry if I was bad... Please, I'll be... Be better in future!"
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