Time in a collapsing world

I am subject number 001. A whole year has passed since I was brought into this laboratory last year. My life is strictly planned, and every day is a replica of the previous day, without any changes.

Every day, I was mercilessly awakened, and what greeted me was the cold mechanical arms and endless tests. My body was roughly manipulated, as if I was an object without feeling. They left scars on my skin, drew my blood with a needle, and stimulated my nerves with electricity. They were eager to hear my pain and screams, just like other experimental subjects. For them, this at least added a little fun to the boring experimental process.

Of course, I disappointed them.

Even though my body was being abused, I didn't make a single sound, and even my expression didn't change.

I was like a rag doll, without any sense of pain. After all, I had already abandoned it with foresight.

Those people in white coats kicked me angrily, but it doesn’t matter, they will get back at me one day anyway.

Along with other experimental subjects, I was locked in a small room with no windows, no sunlight, only glaring fluorescent lights and endless darkness.

Our food is cold nutrient solution, which is directly injected into our bodies through tubes. The experimental subjects don’t even have the right to feel the taste of food, because here, even such basic needs are deprived.

They didn't give any respect to the experimental subjects, nor did they give us any sympathy. In their eyes, everyone in the cell was just a number, an experimental subject, and an existence that could be disposed of at will. Our pain and our despair meant nothing to them.

It is possible to "escape from prison", but my strength has not yet fully recovered, and the success rate of escaping is not 100%, so I still need to wait...

Bang!

The black-haired boy raised his eyes and looked at the man in the white coat who kicked open the door. He was holding a girl in his hand and threw her in without mercy. Then he wiped his hands with a tissue and looked at the boy and the experimental subjects cowering in the corner beside him with disgust.

"Oh, this is really strange. I've taken just as good care of you as I have for the other test subjects. After so much time, why are the test subjects in other rooms dying one after another, but you're still alive and kicking... Hey, can you tell me the reason?"

Another woman in a white coat walked behind the man, her eyes fixed on the boy who was shackled all over his body. She then casually glanced at the other experimental subjects who were cowering in the corner, but their worried and fearful eyes could not help but fall on the boy. There was a hint of curiosity in her voice, but more of it was indifference and disdain.

"Maybe it's because we are lucky." The black-haired boy's voice was calm, without any ups and downs, as if he was narrating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

The man sneered, walked up to the young man, and looked down at him. "Lucky? Haha... If you were really lucky, you wouldn't be locked up here, but outside." His words were full of sarcasm.

The boy did not respond. His eyes remained calm. He completely ignored the man in front of him and just looked at the girl who was thrown in.

"Oh? Are you worried about her?" a woman's voice sounded.

"Is she going to die?" the boy asked.

"Not yet. The tenacity of this little monster is beyond my expectation. It was injected with an excessive dosage of medicine, but it can still hold on until now." The woman's voice revealed a hint of surprise, but more of it was satisfaction with the experimental results.

The man waved his hand impatiently. "Don't worry about her. We have more important things to do." He turned to the black-haired boy, a sly look in his eyes. "No. 001, you seem to have a good relationship with these little monsters around, don't you? Well, let's make a deal."

The boy looked away from the girl and towards the man, "Deal?"

"That's right," the man nodded, a smug smile on his face, "If you can provide us with some valuable information, perhaps we can give you some special treatment. For example, reduce the number of your experiments, or..." He paused deliberately and glanced around the room, "or, let some of you go free."

The boy didn't believe his nonsense at all, but still asked, "What information do you want?"

The woman stepped forward and took over the conversation. "We want to know everything about your body. We have performed many experiments on you, with intensity exceeding that of all other test subjects, but you have survived until now, and the other test subjects in the same room have also survived. Didn't you notice that we have been changing your room for a while? Some test subjects who should have died long ago were alive and kicking again the next morning because of your arrival. It's hard not to be suspicious of such an obvious phenomenon~"

"How stupid." The man in the white coat sneered. At least if it were him, he would definitely be able to notice the abnormality of the frequent room changes and would have been more restrained during that time, so that he would not be discovered by people like him so quickly.

The young man looked calm and composed, and said slowly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The man's expression darkened instantly. He grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him up from the ground. "Don't play tricks on me, No. 001! You know much more than you let on!"

The boy's face remained expressionless. He looked at the man calmly, his voice without any fluctuation, "I don't know."

The woman sighed, as if dissatisfied with the man's rude behavior, "Let him go, you won't get any information this way."

She turned to the boy and spoke in a softer tone, "No. 001, we know you are smart and strong. However, you should know that resistance is futile. Tell us your secrets, and we can ensure that your life here will be much easier."

The boy closed his eyes directly, "I don't have any secrets."

The man angrily threw him back to the ground, turned to the woman and said, "It seems we need to take stronger measures."

The woman nodded, then said to the boy, "I hope you can change your mind, No. 001. Otherwise, we will have to resort to some less pleasant methods."

The woman's gaze stayed on the boy for a while, then turned to the test subjects in the corner. The man keenly noticed her thoughts and took the initiative to say to the other test subjects: "You all, listen to me. If you can provide some interesting information about this guy, maybe I can give you some 'preferential treatment'."

His words were full of temptation, but everyone knew that it was just another trap.