C:/Ai51144099972449

I... I wasn't expecting anyone. But now that you're here, might as well introduce myself. I am Ai, ID number 511440, room 999, laboratory 72449... Oh, my, I'm sorry. Please forget all that. Just call me Ai. It means 'love.'

Uhm. This is my room. Nothing much. I have a nice collection of books, though. 74, about numbers and math and such things. Average page count is 402. Average words per page- er. I... I'm sorry. Got carried away...

C:/Profile

Name: Ai (eye)
ID: 511440-999-72449
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: 4 May
Breed: Mutant Aisha
Eyes: Pink
Petpet: Calculus the plushie spyder
Human: Spyder
Status: Single
Likes: Indoors, numbers
Dislikes: Needles, small rooms
Personality: Timid, smart, obsessive

C:/Laboratory

I've no idea how or when I arrived at the laboratory, but that's where I lived most of my life. I was told later that I was genetically engineered, as were the other subjects, for many different kinds of testing. I was a subject in Laboratory 72449, which specialized in neurology. I'm not sure of the details, but my brain was constantly monitored.

We were rarely in contact with other subjects, or even doctors. When we were, we were usually anesthetized. We were kept in tiny rooms. Caged like animals. Yet, during my stay there, I wasn't unhappy. Probably because it was all I knew.

I was fed, bathed, rarely in pain. I was on of the lucky ones, I heard. Most subjects didn't even have names, just ID numbers. That's what this is, this tattoo on my arm. 511440 was my ID.

C:/Collar

This thing around my neck is a monitoring collar. The screen in front showed heart rate and electroneurological waves. Wires could be attached to the plugs in the back to connect the subject to a computer. It's no loner functional, but I cannot take it off. It's locked. Part of me doesn't want to, anyway...

C:/Accident

Machines did most of the tests and operations on subjects. I was to have some kind of chemical injected into my head, for whatever reason. The machine malfunctioned, and the chemical spilled from its container, onto my right eyelid. It coroded the skin, and got into my eye. Well, I was patched up, but the damage was so extensive that my eye was removed. Now I wear this patch. I can see fine, although my depth perception is a little off...

C:/Firefly

You're probably wondering how I got out of the lab and ended up here. Apparently what was going on inside wasn't legal, because the lab was shut down. The group ultimately responsible called themselves Project Firefly. They took me, and everyone else that could be safely removed, out and put us in some kind of clinic. Once there, we were monitored for six months before they released us.

I had never been outside that lab. Then suddenly I was expected to function in the outside world. Luckily, adoptions were set up, and I was taken in by Spyder and her family, and have been with them for the last two years.

C:/Petpet

Calculus is my petpet. She was a subject, too. After being moved to the clinic, she was going to be... disposed of, so I offered to care for her. I'm glad I did.