I’ve Become A Broken Experiment, A Girl

✦ Chapter 3  ✦

「Translator – Creator」

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Have you ever heard of the Gyro Spin?

It’s an amusement ride that spins at incredible speeds, but unlike others, it has an extra axis that makes it tilt.

Whoever invented it was quite ingenious.

They truly mastered the art of making people dizzy.

The body undergoes complete 360-degree revolutions while simultaneously experiencing multidimensional contortions.

The irregular rotations create shifts in angle and direction that shatter your sense of orientation, throwing your vision into chaos.

As the world spins round and round while your body remains fixed, the discord between broken senses and sight brings both dizziness and headache.

Precisely as I was experiencing now.

“…hnn, ha.”

Whatever they put in these injections – I think this every time – it’s truly remarkable.

To experience such a realistic amusement ride without leaving this spot.

With each needle that sinks in with a soft ‘thunk’, my vision whirls.

My heart pounding; the head tingling.

Peripheral extremities succumb to vertiginous waves.

“Hnn… agh?!”

Ah.

To put this in refined, genteel terms…

My back was arched like a bow.

Yes, my body was moving exactly like that.

If not for the restraints wrapped around my entire body, my spine might have snapped right then.

If you foolishly let yourself be captivated by the euphoria the injections bring, you might experience the joy of consciousness flying away with a seizure.

And if your luck is even worse? An eternal farewell to this world with acute cardiac arrest.

That’s how dangerous these injections are.

Like me, you must always stay sharp, maintain tension.

Huh? What’s that? How do you keep your wits when the drugs keep scrambling your mind?

It is very simple.

Just as you’d slap your cheeks to wake from drowsiness, the right stimulus can dispel the drug-induced compulsions.

*CRACK—*

The dark red liquid dripped from my mouth, cooling my overheated mind.

Let me clarify before any misunderstandings – I didn’t bite my tongue.

I just bit down on my lip a little.

Okay, maybe more than a little. It feels like my teeth sank in pretty deep

Still, seeing how my body had stopped shaking like an electric motor, I seem to have weathered this crisis.

Through the glass, the researchers were busy writing something – reports or documents, who knows what.

*Whisper—, Whisper—*

*Murmur—, Murmur—*

The soundproof nature of the observation room meant that the noise couldn’t escape, so I didn’t understand why they bothered covering their mouths while talking.

Even when I flailed around, trying to catch their attention, there was no reaction.

The glass wall was supposed to be transparent, but their lack of response makes it feel like a solid wall is separating us.

Well, waiting around is boring. Maybe I’ll look for one of the researchers who stands out?

It’s not too hard.

All I need to do is find someone with a different expression.

Look there.

I could see them right away.

Their condition… it doesn’t look good at all.

Eyes hollow as if their soul has been sucked out, their will clearly broken.

Perhaps they were severely reprimanded by the team leader.

It’s heartbreaking to see them standing there so forlorn, without a single soul to offer comfort.

If I run into them later, I feel like I should offer some words of consolation.

Click—

The restraints started to come off.

One by one, the high-tension wire belts binding my limbs started to fall away, and the bed tilted forward, forcing me to stand.

It was the signal that the experiment was now over.

My body… it still felt a little off, but at least I could move it as I wished. That was good enough for now.

Soon, security team members with their guns will arrive to escort me away.

They’ll throw me back onto the cold prison floor, where I’ll wait until the next experiment.

Docile and obedient.

Because rebellious test subjects don’t last long—they’re disposed of.

This was my daily life, the destiny I was born into.

Still, today ends on a surprisingly positive note.

Because I get to walk out of the lab on my own two feet.

Why is that something to feel good about, you ask?

Isn’t it better than having your vision suddenly go dark, only to find yourself trying to piece together fragmented memories on a prison floor with a broken body?

Such experiences were truly unpleasant.

And you could’t do foolish things like grabbing the iron bars with a pitiful expression, asking passersby, “I seem to have lost my memories from the last experiment, could you tell me what happened?”

Should I give you a simple example?

Our minds are like gears named memory.

And the unfilled gaps in memory gradually corrode and wear away at reason, at these gears.

Little by little, nibbling away.

Thankfully, even when a gear gets a little worn, it keeps turning.

It might creak and wobble, but it still functions.

But what happens when the wear becomes too severe?

The gears slow down gradually.

Sometimes they screech to a halt for a moment, but they still manage to turn again.

And when the gaps in memory grow to their breaking point?

*Screech—*

*Bang—*

The gears, unable to withstand the wear, break down and stop forever.

I’ve seen many test subjects break like this.

Test subjects whose bodies live on while their minds have died.

The facility has no need for subjects who can’t move.

Used petri dishes are simply discarded.

When something becomes useless, it’s thrown into the incinerator.

Easily replaced.

So I must always be careful, ever so careful.

Not to become useless.

Not to be discarded.

“………..”

I slowly opened my eyes, which had been wrapped in reverie, surveying my surroundings.

Everywhere I looked, it was the same silent, pristine, white laboratory.

I feel like I’ve been waiting here a long time.

Though I scanned the area, there’s no notable change… ah, there was one.

The mechanical arm was quite the phantom.

Perhaps it was equipped with some silent mode – when did it get behind me-

*Thunk—*

It had a syringe too.

A sharp pain in my neck…

Wait,

My neck?

This was the first time they’ve injected me there.

I could feel the liquid from the syringe coursing through my veins.

And a burning sensation spread through my body, reaching every corner through the bloodstream.

Euphoria.

Crescendo.

Turbulence.

And encompassing all of this—

“Ah, ahh… eh?”

This… this feels dangerous.

No, this is dangerous.

This has never happened before.

Didn’t they say they’d do it like usual?

Something was wrong-

*Thunk—*

What?

What now?

Another injection?

Again?

My heart, as though it has lost all control, began to pound erratically.

*Thump—, Thump—*

Loud and relentless, the sound reverberated in my ears as if it was coming from right next to me.

With trembling eyes, I gazed toward the glass window, but the researchers remained silent.

They merely ‘observe’ me with their emotionless gaze, watching the test subject as always.

“Heh.”

My body started to feel strange.

The trembling won’t just stop.

The burning sensation burrowed into my skull, wreaking havoc as it pleased.

Pleasure?

No, this wasn’t something that could be called pleasure.

Pain.

This was pain.

Pain like my skull was splitting like hot iron, my brain being wrung out.

Pain like skin tearing, bones breaking, body crumbling piece by piece.

Yet a smile lingered on my lips.

“Hehehe…”

Though my entire body felt like it might melt at any moment, I couldn’t stop laughing.

Saying it like that, I must sound completely insane.

One thing’s certain though — if I lose my grip on sanity now, I’ll die.

Instinct tells me so.

In times like this-

*Crunch—*

I bit down on my lip.

Not enough.

*Crunch—, Crunch—, Crunch—*

Fresh blood smeared over the dried stains, mingling with new wounds.

It was faint, but the physical pain anchored my mind once more.

The taste and scent of iron flooded my mouth, sickeningly pungent and overwhelming, but there was no choice.

If I didn’t do this, the thread of reason might snap completely.

Two strange injections, right into my neck.

Impulses raging in my head.

Pain coursing through my body.

And beyond the glass, the researchers remain as silent as if they’ve lost their mouths entirely.

Meanwhile, something was about to fall from the ceiling above me—

Ah.

I’m already on edge, and now this? The chaos never seems to end.

It’s starting to piss me off.

What now?

Who is it?

I’m not in a good mood right now for this.

….

…A wolf?

No, logically speaking, a wolf wouldn’t just plop down like that from the ceiling.

And real wolves don’t make those grating, noise-filled howls either.

“■■■■…”

A grotesque, amorphous black mass—like a pile of living mud clumsily molded to imitate a living being.

Deep, dark, and twisted.

And beyond that, unmistakable hostility toward the living thing before it.

Unless my eyes were malfunctioning and showing me hallucinations, what stood before me was undoubtedly that thing.

What people call a disaster, a calamity, an enemy of humanity.

Demon beast.

Just as I was wondering why it was here before my eyes,

The wolf howled.

“■■■–■■■■–!!!”

At that grotesque and chilling roar, as twisted as its form, a sensation called instinct — which I thought had died long ago — sent a warning through my mind.

Forget the drug-induced impulses — if that thing pounced on me, death was certain.

“…ECP-32Y.”

Ah, a voice from above arrived just in time.

There must have been some mistake, right?

A fragile girl like me couldn’t possibly fight something that’s not just a wolf, but a demon beast.

With a regular wolf, bones might remain, but with that thing —- not even my bones will be left.

It devours steel — if those teeth touch any part of me, I’ll crumble like a cookie.

And my condition right now was just absolutely worst-case.

Sure, something like violence was stirring in my body, but not enough to fight that thing.

My head was hurting too.

There must be some mistake, right?

Right?

Answer.

“—Survive.”

What?

You really want me to fight?

Me, against that?

It looks pretty unhappy…

“■■■–■■■■–!!!”

See? Even Mr. Wolf is in a foul mood!

END of CHAPTER

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