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Days passed, yet nothing had yet to happen. In fact, you had been isolated from all human contact for a good while now. Food was passed through a gate, rather than having a guard come in and shove it against your face. Anytime you shouted and demanded answers only resulted in a silent answer. It was as if they had completely abandoned you. Yet, you knew better. The camera’s were still on, watching your every action. Bit creepy considering they didn’t have anything blocking the camera’s view of the toilet.

You tried not to let it get you down, but the lack of social interaction was taking its tole on your morale. Yes, you agreed not to make friends with the other ‘D-classes’, or ‘victims’ how you liked to call them, yet you wouldn’t mind just talking to a few, even if just for a few minutes. Heck, even talking to one of the strange doctors would be much better than the isolation.

On a lighter note, you had started to get used to the weird feeling your body was in. You could now walk around your cell without wobbling and were even able to do at least a good 15 minutes of exercise without taking a break, though the exercise was more for entertainment than anything else, as they didn’t provide a single thing to keep you entertained.

And so, whilst your mental health was probably way down, you were now starting to feel better physically. Now you think about it, you felt really good physically, aside from the strange sensations in your body from what-ever they pumped you full off before. In fact, you had a feeling that you were more physically fit than before the whole ‘transfusion’ thing. Before, you could barely do any form of exercise, now you could do sit-ups, push-ups, hand stands, the whole works. Maybe it was a side effect of what they did to you? Or maybe it was just because you were exercising more often.

You were sleeping when the door to your cell, which you thought would never open, abruptly opened and a load of guards came marching in. You had barely even open your eyes to wake up when they grabbed you and had to drag your tired and confused form down a corridor. You might of thought about fighting back with your new found strength if you weren’t so sleep induced. Instead, you tried to figure out what was happening, which was hindered greatly by the sudden change in lighting blinding you and the fact that you were being dragged off so quickly.

Eventually, you were thrown into a room, slightly darker than the corridor you were just in, so your eyes were able to adjust better to what was before you.

It was an interview room, of some kind. There was a grey desk with a single black chair in front of you. A large glass wall blocked you off from a similar setup on the other side, though there was a sort of intercom thing on the glass to enable talking between the two sides.

Cautiously, you sat down in the chair in front of you, assuming that you were about to be quizzed on something, though you couldn’t guess what considering you had been locked up in cell this entire time.

A man in white suddenly appeared on the other side, a doctor who worked at this hell hole. He was carrying a clipboard and some sort of recording device, most likely to capture your entire conversation on.

“This is doctor [REDACTED] with the interview with D-9398” He said into the now turned on device before setting it down on the table. “How are you feeling currently D-9398”

“Ok, I guess. I feel fine, physically, but, I feel a bit confused. What is going on here?” You asked, you knew you had to give as much information as possible, but you really wanted to what was going on, though you knew it was unlikely they’d tell you anything that wasn’t on their terms.

“Would you be a bit more specific?” He quizzed, he was writing stuff down so didn’t even bother to look up at you.

“Um, well-” You gulped and shifted a bit. This was, after all, what you wanted. Social interaction. It felt a bit awkward, definitely, but you had to make the most of it, after all, you might not get any more for a while for all you knew. “I seem, seem to have more endurance, and I can exercise more. I feel a bit nimbler too, but mainly just, how to put it, stronger, I guess”

“Uh huh. Have you been feeling ill, or weak, at all during the last few days” You noted how he was writing a lot more after your second reply.

“Um, not really. I was a bit shaky on my legs maybe a few da- no a while, but I haven’t felt anything off for a while” You replied.

He continued writing things down, probably his thoughts and suggestions.

“Now, one final question, has there been anything different you’ve noticed about yourself, other than the increased physical fitness, this can be anything” This question confused you a bit, you weren’t sure of the purpose of the question, but you’d have to answer anyway.

“No, I don’t think so, at least there is nothing that is so different that I would notice” You responded, watching him make his last few notes before putting the clipboard down.

“This concludes the interview” he said before abruptly getting up and walking out of his side of the room, leaving you all by yourself, twiddling your thumbs.

After a few minutes later, guards came in and dragged you out again and back into the cell you knew all so well.

You sighed to yourself before falling back onto the hard bed, exhausted. You began to ponder why after so long they suddenly decided to begin questioning you now. You didn’t have long to think on it though, because the exhaustion swept over you like the tide over the rocks, sending you into a deep sleep.
When you next woke up, your mind still raced with thoughts on what was going on. At least, like usual, when you woke up there was food on the floor by the door. You hauled yourself out of bed, picked up the food, sat back down on the bed and slowly ate, whatever it was meant to be. It looked like porridge but tasted more like some slop from a garbage can. You put the bowl down on the floor by the food of your bed afterwards.

You began to do the usual exercises you did nowadays, a few press-ups for now.

Part way through, however, the door opened again, much to your surprise. Guards came in, you stood up, yet they didn’t grab you, just ordered you to stand still. A doctor then came in, different from the one you saw yesterday. He cleared his throat before talking.

“D-9398, you are required to take a physical exam to measure your physical capabilities, would you please come with me” He began to walk out, to which you slowly followed. It was nice to not be forced to be dragged everywhere but you were worried that you might accidentally make a sudden movement which they’d disapprove of and turn hostile to you.

Luckily, the journey went off without a hitch. You entered a room full of various apparatus. You were told to test each one, in sequence, and they seemed to be making notes in another room, probably rating your performance or something.

It was over faster than you expected, in fact, it seemed it was over faster than they expected. You saw them begin to discuss something as you were once again hauled off to your room to await what fate had in store for you next.