"Good boy 362, now back to your room with you." With a gentle pat to the head and then a swift flick of his testers wrist; experiment 362 of Compound Q rushed off back to his room. His head down, hands folded neatly in front of him, following a steady pace that wouldnt be considered too slow nor fast. He walked by many experiment and operating rooms on his way back to the dormitory; many noises broke through the sturdy stark white walls. Experiemnt 362 blocked them all out with a drowsy smile until he opened his door and retreated to his bed. That was when he screamed into his pillow.

Todays testing was not neccessary, they simply had nothing else to do and wanted to test his limits. Today was the most horrible test he had come to, but he had passed nonetheless. Today he watched on as a fellow experiment; although he did not know them personally, go through their tests. The small boy had short mussed dark brown hair and big eyes that looked frigtened. 362 sat by from a viewers box behind a bulletproof screen and watched the experiment; 419, get prodded and poked with many needles and contraptions. The most menacing, a large machine that rapidly poked a needle into his chest. He pulsated and foamed at the mouth; as if electricity was running through his bloodstream. The boy passed out shortly after, covered in blood and sweat. 362 could only watch, without showing any emotion. That was his test for the day.