Lab C: Chapter 11 - Dr. Tesla (A preview to Chapter 12)
Director 5 leans in, her upper lip parting enough to be uncomfortable.
“So, how is the new assistant? How is he doing? You picked him out from incident C439 correct?”
Dr. Ambower nods her head, “Yep! He asked the right questions and survived so. Easy pick.”
“And how was his relationship with his previous employer? How did they feel about him?”
“Well, he was an assistant there too, had been for a while.”
“I see. And now he’s yours?”
“Yep. Have him finding the last holes in C439 as we speak.”
“And Dr. Grimsen.”
Dr. Ambower nods. “Yep. And Dr. Grimsen.”
“How exactly did young Daniel survive this event? There were, no survivors, right? Did he eat any of them? I didn’t really read the file, I’m unsure of the details.”
“No, nothing like that. It is a spontan-”
“-Spontaneous consciousness. Right, I remember that part. But how did he survive?”
“That is uhm… that is actually what we are unsure of.”
“And you have video of everything, correct? Witness interviews. Well, one survivor, one interview I guess.”
Dr. Ambower smiles. “We’re pretty sure we know exactly what went on for a considerable amount of time up to and during the incident. We just don’t know the why.”
Director 5 gives a low gurgling purr.
Dr. Ambower, “I am very certain that he did not eat anyone.”
Director 5 gives a lower, bassey-er purr.
Dr. Ambower, “Would… would you like me to recount what we know?
Director 5 smiles, “That sounds lovely. Reading leaves out my favorite part.” She holds for the drama. “Emotion.”
Dr. Ambower smiles, nods.
Director 5 nods back, with her.
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Totally ignoring the flies now because all they’re doing is perfectly copying everything John does, John asks, “So how’d you get caught up in this?”
“Don’t you just want to read the file?”
John smirks, “nah dude, I’m good. How did you end up here?”
Getting unprofessional, his whole mask dropping, “Bro, it was fucking crazy. I-I still-Man I’ve watched the videos and restudied the events and I’m still like, holy shit. That happeend to me. What the fuck?”
“Right, but you’re still here.”
“Buh-dy, that’s what’s fucking crazy. I can’t figure out why. Alright” He looks over and The Swarm as he gets ready to launch into the story. The Swarm is copying John whose right leg is over the other, sitting, with his hand on his chin, perfectly intrigued by Dr. Tesla. Except instead of the mirror, The Swarm is also facing, at an angle, to listen to Dr. Tesla.
“You’ve got both our attention.” John says.
“SO I was working at this lab studying ways to communicate with animals,”
“As you do.” John says, nodding.
“And I had this boss who was very inappropriate, but I was very okay with it.”
“That’s fair. I’ve had that kind of back and forth too.”
“She was in the middle of getting a divorce,” John sucks on his teeth lightly, “with the only other lab head in the facility.” John sucks on his teeth harder. “And so one night…”
