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((Oooookay. Major lack of activity here; I'll just assume that it's been four hours...))

Deep stasis wake timer has been deducted to one minute, seventeen seconds and fourty-eight miliseconds. Re-virus 0090 has begun to take effect at 2.29 out of 4.00 hours. Virus effect is spreading at a steady rate, issued a level six YR. Project Upsilon will be awaking shortly. Estimated wake-up time is 26 seconds.

The bubbles in the tube started to flow again, and the fluid inside turned from white to a light-colored green.

Estimated wake-up time has been depleted. Project Upsilon will awaken in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, initiating wake-up now... Good morning, Upsilon.

The creature awoke with a start and looked around. The same old sight, exactly as it was every single time. Whenever it slept, it had dreams... glimpses of a world better than this, a world where it was free. Once it was awakened, the creature began to despair once again.

Project Upsilon's senses have returned to their average rates, and are no longer dropping. Now applying mutagen 104-45. Calculations indicate that Project Upsilon's hearing, smell and sight will increase by 1.2% after application of mutagen 104-45. Applying mutagen 104-45 in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Mutagen 104-45 has been successfully pplied, and is already beginning to take effect on Project Upsilon.

At that second, the creature's muscles swelled and tightened, becoming larger and more toned. It's shoulders also increased in size. It was becoming more of a monster now... Would it ever be able to escape this hell? It peered downward at the scientists as they typed away at their computers and replaced tubes with new tubes, filling them with different kinds of mutagen and nutritional fluids. It stared down at Yani and Devon ((who were presumably still standing there)) and glared at them, its eyes alive and lit with hatred. It recognized that face. That was the face of the man who created it.

"Sirs," the scientist said, "Upsilon is now ready to be fed... If you still want to sneak in that sedative, now is the time to do it."

Devon had put his mask back on his face before Upsilon woke up. He still went by his policy of always keeping his mask over his face while the chimera were looking at him.

He silently waited with his arms crossed until the chimera consumed the food. After that, they were ready.

Sko slowly came into awareness on the metal table.

"Vitals stable." Said a voice. "Cryogenic awakening completed successfully. Chimera will be subject to further testing in the morning."

Scientist. She remembered vaguely. The tank which she was preserved in, the warm fluid. The intrigue of the Scientists over her survival. unlike my brothers she recalled. Her brothers had both died in the tanks. She had survived only because her genes had been meshed better. For this she cursed God. If only she had died. The tests would never happen.

But, they would. She knew they would happen soon.

She opened one eye, let it adjust to the dim light. The scientist was tall and silhouetted in darkness. And there was something else. Hiccadu. She remembered that name very well, and cringed at the memory. The scientist exited quietly, while the thing continued to stare at her. It bared its fangs, and smiled threateningly, then slowly followed her master.

Sko looked about. She examined the I.V. jacked into her arm, the strong metal belts around her wrists and legs. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and tried to see beyond this. It was very dim and she was tired. She could make out machinery of some sort to her left, probably to monitor her. To her right was a small chrome table, with an array of needles on it. Each labeled neatly and set aside. Next to the needles was a key, presumably to the bands that held her so tightly. Like a hug. she thought. Then blew the thought away. How silly. A hug. There was no such thing.

She sighed and closed her eyes, slipping back into the deep sleep she had been in for two years.

((Wonderful biggrin ))

Beep beep.

The two high pitches made their way to Yani's ear from his PDA, and he bent down to check it. "Subject awakened from cryogenic slumber, room 2C."

Yani looked down at the arena for a moment more, making sure to leave things as they had been. He excused himself from the room and from the room holding Upsilon's tank, then made his way down the hall and towards the other end of the slaughterhouse. The degrees dropped steadily and he pulled his white lab coat tighter about him until he was comfortable again.

He arrived before a door labeled 2C and waited for a scientist to exit the room before he stepped in and closed the door. The ball python and jaguar mix was sleeping again, probably needing to regain her strength from being unconscious for so long.

((autumn, what number did you assign your Chimera? I don't believe I saw one O.o))

((Hopefully I'm going to give them some interaction soon and we can see how many people still keep up with Chimera :/))

Yani was currently overseeing the awakening of another Chimera, but he had left instructions with Devon to ready Upsilon for the arena. John was down there already. His surgery had healed on the surface due to the Chimera's rapid healing capabilities, so they were able to take the stitches out.

He was just about to wake up.

Where am I?

John opened his eyes, feeling the last of the sedative wear off him. A memory ran through his mind, just a vision of him looking up at Yani and Devon, feeling anger poison his mind. The Chimera straightened up, cursing as his head hit a metal ceiling in the dark. It wasn't a cage he was in, but it was some kind of cell. It was something he had never been subjected to before. His first thought was that it was some new kind of experiment. His second was that he was locked in the Isolation Room, which gave him shudders. John's face paled. Not a Chimera alive had escaped nightmares of TAIS's most punishing invention once they'd heard of it.

John's breathing became shallow, and he moved around in the hopes of finding some exit. Four walls surrounded him, and the ground was hard, packed dirt. The bottom of the slaughterhouse, perhaps? But why was there dirt where the foundation should be?

With a hiss, the wall beside John slid like a viper into the floor, revealing harsh light. He raised an arm to shield himself from the harsh light and looked down, seeing the brown clay underneath him and in the rest of the arena. The dusty soil would have been red if it had been wet. A metal opening for the door separated his now open cell from the rest of the arena.

He looked across the dusty arena to see another open cell, shadow keeping its occupant hidden from view.

((Going to bed razz ))