Ch 46. Lab rat
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When I opened the door, I was blinded by a bright light.

After my eyes stopped hurting, I looked around.

I was no longer in the passage. Around me were white tile walls. Behind me was a door, albeit different from the one in the passage. What surprised me is that I saw a number of wires coming out from the wall near the door. Some wires were hanging from the ceiling as well.

There was a lot of rubble and metal pieces lying around. A complete mess, as if this place was abandoned for many years, and then pillaged a couple of times by hooligans.

The room was well-lit by a few surviving LED panels. Still, I was as cautious as ever. With the gun at ready, I started making my way through the room, to another door in the end of the right wall.

Aside from a layer of dust I did not see anything unusual.

I stood in front of the door and looked at it.

At the first glance there was nothing unusual about it, except that it had no handles, and there was a long diagonal seam in the middle. I tried poking the door but nothing happened. Then, I tried poking the seam with my knife.

After a couple of hits, the knife squeezed between into the seam, and after I started moving it, I saw that it was actually between parts of the door. I tried opening them, and the triangle parts slid into the wall.

Just what the hell was that door?


The next room was as ‘tidy’ as the previous one.

After glancing around I saw a couple of computers. They were weird-looking, and had transparent screens, however, each one’s keyboard and mouse were normal. I started poking and moving everything that was there but the computer did not respond. I rarely used one, so I was not even surprised.

Da vkluchis’ ti, e* tvoyu mat’! Kakaya s* tak tebya sobrala?!” [Start up, you f* s*! Which idiot made you?!]

Kick

After my gentle persuasion, something blinked in the computer, and a few seconds later, the screen lit, and started showing something.

With no idea what I am doing, I pressed a mouse button, and saw a text on the screen.

[Observation log 1982-876-A.

The project proceeds smoothly, if the initial experiments end up successfully, we might surpass the initial results of project ‘Denaturator’.

After the military agreed to fund the project, we made good progress. Doctor Ilias’ theory of synthetic composite acids yielded only theoretical possibility of successful synthesis.

The laboratory is working as intended. No accidents happened since the last log.

Dr. M. Yerberg.]

I tried the same procedure with the other computers but nothing else worked.

I proceeded to the next door, and opened it up with the same knife.


When I peeked in the room, I saw even more garbage, and even more dust around. There were a couple of large tables, and a lot of medical equipment by the walls. I curiously inspected the microscopes and jars with unknown liquid. Maybe it is the liquid they were making here.

In this room I found another computer but I couldn’t make it work. After I tried hard booting, the computer was broken. I even checked my boots afterwards. I was simply wondering, how could I even break something with those puny legs?

Bang

'Ding'

Just in case, I tried even harder approach. Or rather, was avenging my hurting feet.

After searching every computer, I finally found one that agreed to cooperate. The screen was dead but the keyboard showed some lights. I pushed buttons here and there, and something started playing.

[Observation log 1984-822-A.

Today we managed to synthesize simple amino acids. The equipment proved to be working with the methods we are going to employ. After several more experiments we will start synthesizing deoxyribonucleic acid. At least the components for it.

The basic templates were already prepared, and Doctor Wu is busy preparing the complicated synthesis templates.

Estimated time of successful experiment ‘1’ is 3 months.

Dr. M. Yerberg.]

Seeing that there is nothing else to break, and with no desire to break the jars of unknown liquid, I proceeded further.


This time the door was less tractable, so I used brute force. More than I used it before.

What greeted me beyond the door was a disgusting stench. There were more tables and jars but almost everything was shattered and broken. The ventilation grid was completely torn apart and hanged on a rusted piece of its frame. There were even more metal pieces from the ceiling lying around, and even more dust.

I found nothing salvageable and proceeded to the next door. It was much sturdier than the previous ones.

A sign above it stated:

Warning, biological threat ahead. Do not enter without hazmat suit

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