Abnormality

337 is an alien creature.

It has long tentacles, and a body that is as soft as black oil. Its eyes are on the top of the tentacles, which are completely different from the pupils of humans, and more like the small black eyeballs of animals like hamsters.

But 337 is not even one-thousandth as cute as a hamster.

337 looks like the kind of mud dug out of a stinky ditch. Even if it doesn't have that smell of stinky mud, it still looks unappetizing.

It is always housed in a transparent hollow cube, which is so hard that its soft body will feel cold when it is attached to it.

337 lives in an alien planet, and has never experienced cold. Ever since it was captured by a group of white-clothed creatures into a small black space, it knows that there are planets beyond the planet. It turns out that it is not alone. It turns out that this vast There is another kind of warmth in the universe called sunlight.

The group of white-clothed creatures often questioned it with curious and surprised eyes. At first, it thought they wanted to communicate with him, so it spawned a black tentacle, wanting to communicate with them spiritually.

But a piercing siren sounded, and it was caught by the group of creatures and put into a closed cube.

The group of white creatures were laughing and sighing.

Laughing at 337 as a brainless creature, lamenting that he caught another monster.

It has been here for 159 days.

When 337 first came to this strange place, he didn't know what time was, and he didn't understand how time was measured.

It was uttered by a human being responsible for recording its situation.

On the 160th day, the person in charge of 337 was changed. It was no longer the fierce human who could only cut off the tissues of 337, but another young and outstanding human.

337 has not seen many humans, but it can be sure that the person in front of it is the most outstanding human it has seen so far.

Maybe in the future too.

He was taller than those humans who came to watch 337, and he wore something called glasses on the bridge of his nose. The edges of the glasses were not as dark and heavy as the ones he had seen on humans.

But a golden one, with very thin edges, that rests on what man calls the ear.

He wore the same white clothes as those humans, and picked up the tools placed on the laboratory table, including the scalpel that made 337 afraid, the tweezers that made 337 afraid, and the syringe that could easily pierce 337's skin.

The previous person in charge used a cold scalpel to cut off the tissue on its body time and time again, causing it to bleed dark green blood, and then used tweezers to pinch out its small black eyeballs.

Any kind of creature can feel pain, and alien creature 337 can, too. Humans took away its blood and its eyeballs, and it needs to curl up in a corner for a long time to relieve the pain.

The original 337 had four mouths, one was cut off by the person in charge during an experiment, and now there are three left.Obviously its sharp teeth can directly pierce human skin, but it didn't dare to do that.

337 is like a snail hiding in its shell, it is timid, it is afraid, but it does not have the snail shell as a shelter, it can only become the fish slaughtered by those researchers on the experimental table.

337 raised one eye through the glass and watched the new person in charge pick up the scalpel, and couldn't help but think aggrievedly, where will it be cut on the 160th day?

Is it its only remaining eye, and the antennae where it lost its eye, or any part of its body?

337 timidly bent its tentacles, and the emotion called sadness by humans filled its ugly body.