Blackness and void, empty space, that is what subject 3 saw. No sound, no light, nothing at all. Pure bliss for that one moment, as if at that point no worries or sorrow existed, a feeling that others would describe as euphoria or anything that would decently good to a person. The silence however was only disrupted as the subject's ears began to pick up a small noise, soft at first but it began to grow louder and louder. It was consistent and began to make the male feel irritated and annoyed as the ticking contineud. He grumbled slightly turning his body again to its side as he realised he had begun to wake up.
The realising that sleep, one of the few joys that subject 3 had, was soon taken away by that blasted dripping of water in the sink.
"Uurrgh..." The man grumbled as he rubbed a paw over his face, trying to open his eyes a bit, even if barely. Small rays of synthetic light filled his range of view and he used his paw to shelter them for a moment, allowing more of the light to get in. He shook his head and forced himself upwards. The sheets falling towards his waistline as he yawned, grumbling more as he stared at the sink where the cause of his discomfort had come from. "That they still havn't fixed it... Ugh, probably due to me being me." The cat spoke softly as he stood up and walked over to the closet that was within the room.
His living conditions weren't optimal, not like the rooms the 'successes' were given. The 'failures' as they were called at times, were seen as lesser experimental results. And whilst 3 knew that they had deemed himself as a succes, his personality had provided the opposit resulting in the less then pretty room. Not that he cared however, the male was used to these things after some years.
He sighed, to him the least that the administrators could do was at least fix the damm sink. But then again, who was he but a mere number and an experiment.
Ears quickly perked when the male heard an announcement. Even if the cat wasn't the most obedient of the bunch, he did knew and was no fool to disregard a broadcast. As the message kept playing he listened in for if something if importance for him came along. "...Subjects 03 and 04 report to Medical Room D for Bio-Mechanical Hadesian treatment.." Bingo! That was all he needed to hear. As the cat grabbed some clothing and put them on, preferring to be clothed during the testing. Especially a Hadesian treatment. However, the male did feel sorrow for a mere moment, he knew that such a treatment most of the time meant someone, or multiple anthros would get hurt. And he did not like the idea at all of hurting others, not if he was forced to.
Then again, his own body was the cause of that. As subject 3 himself was what was referred to a 'Hadesian', subjects capable of transferring damaged tissue and wounds onto others. And should said subject fail to do it regurarily, then the cost of that would be his own body shutting down... Permanently.
As the door to his chamber opened, the man was greeted by a human in uniform. It was a greyish type of blue, seemed to synthetic armor. At least from the looks of it and the gun pointed to him clearly showed that the administrators didn't want to take any risk with 3. "This again... Fine. But I tell you, last time was an accident! Honestly." As he felt the barrel pushed in his back, making it clear they awaited him at the medical room.
Several hallways, and some rough pushes in his spine, the cat saw the entrance to the testing area. He was most certain that he would not enjoy todays testing, but he had little choice. The door opened and the smell of sterile equipment, accompanied with the sound of te various machines was all to familiar. A memory and a reality that the other never enjoyed, but as ordered even against his own judgement and pleasing, did 3 take up a seat in one of the various operation chairs.