Experiment 0 lays quietly on the synthetic tree branch, dull eyes flicking back only when I approach his confinement. The cage is made of four walls-- three of glass, the fourth a poor excuse for a blue sky. "Hello, Jack." I had offered, and he merely blinked in response. Sometimes I wish he could speak, as the silence can be as toxic as cacophony.

-----------

Playlist for my Experiment Bab, Jack. Tryout Extra. Species belongs to SoulSplosion on CS.

9 tracks