After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

They said his name was 509 and he was a crybaby. He cried for most of the day just because one of his toes was cut off. I was different. Every finger and toe of mine had been cut off and reattached.

I began to imitate the lab workers, cursing and belittling him, even secretly looking for opportunities to hit him and stabbing him with needles I found in the trash can. At that moment, I felt like a high-ranking lab worker. I had someone I could abuse and humiliate at will if they disobeyed me. I felt like I had gained immense power, and I was extremely happy.

But even after a long time, he still couldn't adapt. Every time he was taken away for an experiment and came back, he would cry for a while. I found that his tears could turn into very bright little beads, which were very beautiful. Every time he was sent back by the experimenter, he would cry, and I would pick up a lot of small beads.

Sometimes when he stopped crying, I would hit him and look down at him like an experimenter.

Until one day, he called me sister and asked me why we were always locked up.

How do I know why?

But I didn't want to say I didn't know, because I was his experimenter! I told him that I was the one who locked him up, and that he was my experimental subject, so he had to listen to me.

He actually believed it and begged me to let him out to play for a while every day. He didn't know that we were able to get out of the cage occasionally only because the experimenter didn't close the door properly or it was the very short activity time they set.

He said he was 10 years old, but in fact he was much shorter than me and looked no more than 5 years old.

And just like that, I had my "prisoner".

Sometimes the door was open, but I pushed him into the cage and wouldn't let him out, telling him that I was punishing him. Or when I was in a bad mood, I would crawl into his cage and beat him, or prick him with tiny needles, just like the experimenter did to me.

We were still often taken away for experiments, but after having him, whenever I felt unbearable pain, I would call 509. If I didn't have the strength, I would scold him, and I would feel much better.

During this period, Experimenter No. 39 would occasionally come to give us some lessons, occasionally take us to the "classroom", teach us to recognize words, and bring us some things from outside. I like those that are alive, can move and make sounds, because when I kill them, I will feel an indescribable pleasure.

Experimenter No. 39 cursed me for being born bad, saying that all mutants were born bad, but 509 kept following me and said he liked me.

I don't know how many years passed like this. I grew up a lot, but 509 grew up very slowly. He still looked like a child. Once, he didn't come back for nearly two months. In the dark lab, I thought he was dead. Experimenter No. 39 said that if the experiment failed, we would die like those animals.

But two months later, he came back. At first he was in a coma and had a fever. He had a strong recovery ability and the experimenters generally didn't pay much attention to him. Even if there was a cut on his stomach, they just gave him a simple bandage.

He begged me in a daze, saying, "Sister, please lock me up. I am willing to be locked up by you. Even if you beat me, I will never resist again. I am willing to do so as long as you lock me up."

I understand that when I was "locked up" there were no experiments, and we were relatively well off during those days. But when I was locked up and locked by the experimenters, the experiments were going on, and whether I was given drugs or undergoing surgery, it was extremely painful.

Later I heard that they used a lot of anesthetics when they experimented on me because they were afraid I'd die. But the hybrid 509, they wanted to test his physical strength, so they rarely used anesthesia on him. There were some experiments where I only slept through them, but he endured them alive.

But this did not arouse any sympathy in me. I don't have any sympathy or empathy. I was even more excited. I felt that he was a perfect object for venting.

Even if he was beaten until his body was covered in blood, he would be able to recover without any scars in just two or three days without any external help.

In this way, my body gradually became numb to the pain, and the laboratory was no longer so difficult for me to accept.

Especially after I turned 14, there was an experimenter No. 44 who taught us things about the outside world. My experiments began to decrease gradually. Although I still had blood drawn and examinations every day and did at least four or five experiments every year, it was indeed much easier for me.

But the experiments in 509 were getting more and more frequent. Every time he was sent back, he would beg me to lock him up, lock the cage door tightly, and not let anyone in.

I always find a reason to tell him that he did something wrong, so I no longer lock him up and open the cage door to let those bad guys in.

So, the experimenter cursed me, beat me, locked me up, and used me for experiments, and I cursed him, beat him, and "locked" him up. In fact, he never knew that I had no good intentions towards him. I was the experimenter's "experimental subject" and he was my "experimental subject."

Until I was 20 years old and looked like a complete adult, and he looked younger and younger than me, the experimenter said that someone was coming to pick him up.

I started to feel a little scared inside. I didn’t know what it was, but I just didn’t want the day he left to come too soon.

He cried a lot too. He said he was willing to be locked up by me for the rest of his life as long as he could be with me. He was even willing to do experiments with me as long as it didn't hurt so much.

But we had no choice. He was taken away crying and never came back. All I knew was his number was 509.

After he was taken away, I started to learn a lot of new things, and there were gradually more teachers, such as humans, alien beasts, comforters and matchers. I had a hard time learning because I couldn't figure out what they were.

I was often beaten, punished, and called a stupid mutant.

There seemed to be fewer experiments, and even the daily routine checks were getting less frequent, until one day, I was taken to the top floor of the building.

There was a huge machine there and I was forced to lie down inside it.

……

Song Yu struggled out of those horrible memories, took a deep breath, and disappeared after being taken to the top floor. That was the end of his memory of 001.

She looked around subconsciously, but Wu Lingjiu was no longer around, only Tang Zhishu was still there.

"There was some movement outside, so he went to check it out."

"How long has it been?" Song Yu asked.

"Almost half an hour."

Song Yu shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the memories of 001. She was a time traveler and a person from Earth. There must have been an accident when they were doing something to 001, but she didn't know how 001 became Song Yu of the Interstellar Empire.

Just then, Tang Zhishu gave her a document, which was an experimental record.

"Memory erasure and remodeling experiments."

This was the last experiment they did with 001.