genetics determine me

, until he finished wiping, and then firmly helped me back to the original position to lie down, then picked up the bottle of lubricating fluid I had left, and drank it himself.

He used to do that too.Sometimes I can't find my water glass, and it turns out he took it and drank the remaining half of my glass.

I asked him why he drank my water, and he smiled and said he didn't have a cup.

I really wonder if he didn't buy the cup on purpose.

But I dare not look at him in front of me.

He took a wet towel and wiped my face, then wiped my body.

I was wiped all over by him.He was very careful and didn't hurt me at all, but I felt the fear and humiliation like a marionette.I kept my head sideways and closed my eyes throughout the whole process, but as soon as the tears were wiped dry, they couldn't stop flowing down again.

I don't know what his plans for my next step are.Just let him fiddle with it, let him smear my shoulders and other wounds on my body.His approach is so gentle that I can't imagine this man, who left me covered in bruises a few days ago.

This kind of tenderness is like a balloon bubble, which will burst soon after blowing.

Sure enough, the next second he answered the phone, he became furious, and when he raised his head again, he looked at me with hatred again.He turned away and never came back.

For many days after that, medical staff came to give me injections and medicines, turned me over, and moved my limbs every day.

Because of the bed sores, they put ointment on my body every day, layer after layer.

Because of the acute renal failure caused by a lot of dehydration, I can no longer urinate on my own. They have inserted an indwelling catheter on my body for a long time, and opened my catheter regularly every day to clamp my catheter.

Because the slow gastrointestinal peristalsis caused constipation, they inserted the enema with a round bottom and a pointed front every day.

Because the defecation is uncontrollable after lubricating, they hang a large-capacity poop bag behind me every day, and all the excrement can be discharged directly, which is convenient for them, but it smells bad, and the bag is often leaked.

In the evening, they pinched their noses and approached, only to find that my whole body was filthy.At this time, they would punish me, cursing me as a waste, why didn't I die earlier, they clamped the catheter and fined me not to defecate for eight hours.

Until my stomach became round and round because I couldn't urinate, I still didn't dare to call them to beg them, because I knew it was useless and they wouldn't bother.

Sometimes they also use another method to punish me, that is, prick the sole of the foot with a small needle, and say in a gentle tone while pricking: "You behaved badly or not today, so I need to punish you! I will let you do it next time." Keep in mind, don't excrete casually to dirty this place!" Such caring tone and such beautiful words, but their operation methods are so skillful and so cold.

The pinhole is so small that it is almost invisible, and no one will know, but it is indescribably painful to pierce it.Every time they took out the needle, I trembled with fear, and I didn't even eat or eat very little to avoid excrement.

Experimental animals are no longer their own lives. Since they are not dead, they have to continue to endure.

They have been sitting far away, unwilling to approach me.While having to do all these operations, there was deep disgust in their eyes.They shouldn't have come to serve such an inferior person as me.

Whenever this happens, I really think I'm an animal.

Because they were afraid that I would move around, they tied my limbs to the bed.Because they were afraid that I would cry and scream, they tied my limbs to the bed.Because they were afraid that I would fall out of bed at night, they tied my limbs to the bed.Because they were afraid that I would commit suicide after getting up, they still tied my limbs to the bed.

They thought I couldn't understand them, they thought I was unpredictable, they thought I couldn't control my emotions.In their eyes, I'm just an animal.

Later, I was able to sit up gradually, and the bed sores almost disappeared. I felt that my sunken skin had moisture again, and my face gradually became more elastic.Then after I was able to go to the ground, they allowed me to urinate and apply ointment by myself, and they took the dirty and smelly urine bag from me.

But they have stayed with me.

I've been thinking about what call Truman answered that day, there must be some urgent matter, otherwise he hates me so much, he wouldn't have left in a hurry without making arrangements for how to deal with me.

Because I always remember that I just survived the three-day dehydration experiment.In a general limit detection experiment, as long as the experimental animal is not dead, the experiment continues.

This is the cruel agreement they signed with the subjects.Once signed, this is a contract of prostitution, and his life belongs to the experimental project.

His life has been endowed with the most lofty meaning, which is to sacrifice for the optimization of human beings.And he himself has been endowed with the most despicable meaning, he has since been called a laboratory animal, he is no longer a human being, and no one treats him as a human being anymore.

My deed was signed early on with the previous company, and Truman got it easily after they went out of business.So I know that this is my fate, and I cannot escape it.

The next round of extreme experiments may begin when I gradually recover.Maybe, to see how long I can live after draining my body of blood.Maybe it was to test how long it would take me to freeze in the extreme cold.More likely, it is to seal the urinary catheter to observe how long it takes to cause kidney failure, how long it takes to swell the whole body, and how long it takes for the bladder to burst.

I've heard of it all.

Human beings in this era have blatantly used money to measure life on the bright side, and have done devilish things in the name of science.

But since I decided to pay him back with my life, I can let him do with my life.I just don't know if my defective life, this festering body, is worth wasting the precious resources of his experiment.

I waited a long time, and finally couldn't help asking the nurse, who sometimes spoke to me, when I would be sent back for experiments.

"I heard that all the members of the project team last time have been fired by President Chu. So your experimental contract is currently suspended. In the future, when you meet the entry criteria for other experimental projects, you will become a member again. Experimental animals."

I breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be the case.

At the experimental base that day, his temper seemed to be quite serious.The project team didn't know what went wrong that made him so unhappy.

The feeling of death sentence reprieve.

I just waited carefully in this dim room, waiting for everything to come.The nurses didn't say I couldn't go out, but they didn't say I could go out either.

So I automatically thought I was forbidden to do anything.It can be seen that they are all high-quality genetically optimized products, and it is not right for them to take care of such a defective product like me.I shouldn't ask for anything.

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I'm really sorry for the lovely readers. It may be that the article has a strong taste. I have been reviewing it last night and it was locked. I had to delete some parts before posting. I am very sorry!

past

Finally one day Truman came back.

His face was still so stern, he ran straight in front of me, pinched my shoulders, and said, "Where is Du Mingyuan?"

Du Mingyuan?The person in charge of The Truman Project?After the project was aborted due to funding problems, he disappeared.

I know Truman has been looking for him, and I want to ask him why?Who is paying for this experiment, and who sent him to the experiment base?

These, only Du Mingyuan knew.

This is the knot that Truman can never let go of.

Truman said that they found Du Mingyuan in South Africa, but when he rushed over, Du Mingyuan had killed all the insiders and fled.Truman led people to dig three feet in South Africa, but Du Mingyuan still ran away.

During the period when I was in a coma, Truman used his company's influence in various places to wipe out almost all the participants in this project, but he did not ask a satisfactory answer.

Truman's life experience and the project's behind-the-scenes funder are top-secret files, and only Du Mingyuan can access them.

He sent everyone he caught to the Antarctic Iceberg Project, but I was left alone.Among them were Wang Short, Liu Chaochao and Du Yu, his three best friends in the past.

He found that they were just the bottom-level NPCs of the experimental project, but they sold Truman's data to another company in order to make money. They even secretly cut Truman's hair and collected Truman's saliva. Who has not been found yet.

The classmates in the school, the class teacher, the teacher, even the old man who guards the door, and the aunt at the canteen are all NPCs of the Truman Project. Some of them are even experimenters, and they are filling out the experimental report while observing his every move.

His NPC parents, two actors, each with their own children, worked so hard to raise Truman just to support their own children.They hold their own scripts every day, no matter how clumsy their performance is, Truman believes it is true.

There are also some very serious matters. I don't know how much Truman knows.

From the day he knew the truth, he knew that all the smiling faces, all the kindness, all the high spirits, all the admiration and admiration were fake.How can someone always have smooth sailing?People like that only exist in TV shows.Yes, his life is a TV show.

I thought Truman really killed them, but he didn't. He was just drunk and angry that day.But the tears that day were real.

What hurts him is that no one has been sincere to him for so many years.He didn't want to see them perform again, so he sent them where he would never see them again.

As for me, Truman also read my information.he knows all my actions