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“Welcome to Experimental Testing Facility Three,” the high-pitched machine voice greeted. “Proceed to enter.” Jonathan was al..
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“Day Eleven,” Jonathan stated as he sat at his desk in the dark, staring at the video camera. “My Psychologist suggested I start ke..
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Jonathan examined the nucleotides on the computer screen, thinking for a moment to himself. What is this thing again? He asked. Vulpes Vulpes? Jonath..
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The gas station minimart wouldn’t have been Jonathan’s first choice for food, but he wasn’t used to shopping for food to begin with..
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Jonathan pulled his truck into the facility parking lot, noting the usual ominous white construction vehicles parked in the unused area behind the fa..
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“Day Twenty-three here at Experimental Testing Facility Three,” Keshlovokia muttered to the emotionless computer camera. “Work cont..
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Jonathan’s blue F-150 pulled into the parking lot, driving among the sporadic cars until it found a place between a jet-black hummer and a fire..
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Jonathan stepped out of the building and drew in the deep, cold air. “I always liked winter,” he said with a small smile. It’s the ..
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“Welcome to Experimental Testing Facility Three,” the high-pitched machine voice stated as Jonathan walked into the hall. Thirty days in,..
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“Welcome to Experimental Testing Facility Three, Keshlovokia,” the computer greeted him as he stepped inside the vaulted steel doors. Did..
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