Tony Keller angrily stormed into the Artificial Human Chambers. A tank had been broken open, and pale green liquid and glass shards were everywhere. A "Caution! Wet Floor!" sign had been haphazardly placed in the middle of the mess- almost comically, since the puddle kept growing, spilling into the other rows. The newbie looked worriedly at the large mess, and seeing Keller approach with a furious look on his face did not help his anxiety.
"Williamson! What the hell is THIS?!" Keller screeched.
"U-Um, I think one of them mi-might have gotten out-"
"Well obviously! How did this happen?!"
"I-I don't know..."
"So you weren't watching the surveillance cameras?" Keller inquired, his voice acquiring a deadly tone.
"Well, n-no. It's just... well, they're all in tanks, so I di-didn't think it would hu-hurt to t-take a small nap..."
"Did you hear anything suspicious?"
"I di-did hear some loud thumps, b-but I thought it might've been s-some machinery or someth-thing," Williamson muttered weakly.
Dr. James Higgins walked in, an eerily calm look on his face. "So, it would appear number thirty-nine has escaped," he said in a soft voice.
"Hey smartass," Keller snapped. "I am giving you the funding to do this! If shit hits the fan because if this incident, I WILL NOT BE HAPPY! FIND THAT ARTIFICIAL HUMAN- NOW!
"No need to lose your cool, Keller. But I am intrigued. If he broke out himself, was his intelligence fully developed, or underdeveloped? I'd love to perform a brain scan once we catc-"
"THEN FIND IT ALREADY!"
Keller paced back to his office, now extremely pissed, wondering how the little shit failed at such an easy job. He opened his desk drawer and rummaged around, searching for his aspirins. He stopped cold when a long shard of glass was held up to this throat. He heard a voice half desperate, half vicious mutter, "You're gonna get me out of here." Keller nodded fearfully, reaching for his car keys.
Thirty-nine smirked. "And after that, I'll be needing your clothes."
His eyes opened slowly, as the light was new to him. He was suspended in some sort of green fluid. He looked to his left, then his right, confused. Rows and rows of the same person. He swam close to the glass, and his reflection revealed that his appearance was no different. Why were they here, stuck in tanks? He didn't like this feeling... this feeling of being trapped...
It didn't take long for fury to replace his confusion and half-terror. He didn't want to put up with this imprisonment, and he wasn't going to. Whoever put him in there was going to suffer...
He struck the glass, dislocating two knuckles. The fluid healed them im...
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