Seniors 1

While many of the junior jobs at the institute revolve around the testing of completed or next to complete products. Seniors at the institute take part in conducting continual experiments. These experiments can be biological, chemical or physical but must last over the length of two years.

The seniors must have all signed the non-disclosure agreement before getting the job. The additional benefit allows the seniors freedom to choose between living in their own apartments or on site. Also seniors may request access to the juniors to partake in a part of the test whenever it is required. However the test must be non crucial to the experiment and the junior does not need to pass through a level two security door.

As a senior, additional security as well as facilitates are granted to them. Seniors can open the standard doors as well as level one and level two security doors. Having a successful experiment can almost guarantee a job here once you have graduated. The pay for a senior is slightly higher than a junior.

Having access to level one, allows one to get to the test centers. There are ten test centers in total and they only contain a large five by five by five-meter test room and the observation panel with the observation deck for management overhead. The observation deck can only be access by a level three-security pass or more commonly known as the manager’s pass.

Again all test must be conducted when there are at least two people in the room in this case is would be a first year senior paired with a second year seniors. The seniors do not get to choose who they get to work with. Also we only take a fix amount of seniors per year so there will never be too many of one or the other.

The level two-security pass is really just there to identify the seniors own test area. Unlike the test centers a senior is not limited to space. The test center can be as big as required. There are underground as well as over ground rooms that are the size of football fields. Getting stuck in an experiment can be life threatening as finding someone in an overgrown plantation is not easy.

Like I have said previously the experiments must be continuous over the two years as a senior. However the experiments themselves do not have to continuously operate during that time. So it is possible for one to choose a non-continuous experiment that is continuously experimented on to complete the course.

Accidents are a part of life and being careless normally increases the risk of them happening. Due to the fact that many of the experiments are beyond the level one security area, it does not make sense to send wounded or personnel requiring treatment all the way down to the first aid room. Depending on the security allowance you may well be treated in the medical ward (security level two area) or hospital ward (security level three and above).

The medical ward here is rather strange I have heard that the personnel here are rather over eager and into excess though I have never see it happen myself. I am sure that the staff is only exaggerating in order for them to put through greater medical benefits.

Over here is the staff’s break room and one the far wall is the staff time sheet. Looks like there will be six experiments this week. I am sure that we will get a detailed report into their progress.

"Congratulations! In making it into the second year, you have noticed that not all of your companions made it into the second year but that many of you have. I hope to see greater achievements that will allow you to run your own experiments over time." The woman started. "Now onto the annual lot drawing to determine which senior you will be helping and working with for the next year. Please decide between yourselves who wants to draw first and make a line. Seniors you too will have to draw." She finished.

It took about five minutes with girls drawing from their respective draw boxes. Six new first year seniors and six old final year seniors now stood face to face across the room.

Each of the second year seniors then turned over their numbers to show the first year seniors. The then turn off and walked down the corridor. While the introducing manager told the first year seniors that they would soon see what experiments their relative partners were up to.

They too then trooped through the doors and followed the signs that had been placed.

ROOM 1

My door was the easiest to find straight down the corridor I went. Before a door with the number plaque I had showed up to my right. I knock on the door, which was followed by my seniors voice telling me to come in.

"Well I haven’t introduced myself formally yet but I am willing to answer any questions that you have for me after this experiment." She said holding out four separate metallic cuffs.

"What are these for?" I questioned.

"Put them on," she said, "my experiments deal with preventing death." She said with a sigh. "My father killed himself in prison when he was in solitary confinement leaving me and my mum. It wasn’t pretty." She said before recomposing herself. "I hope that this new invention will prevent people who are in custody, asylums and other institutions from killing themselves."

"Where do these fit in?" I interrupted her clinking the cuffs against one another. There was nothing joining the cuffs together so I really wondered about the practicality of her experiment.

The most peculiar thing about the cuffs is that they did not have any holes or blemishes around the surface of the cuffs. They were basically rings or metallic bands once they snapped shut. There was nothing to stop someone from easily pulling them apart again. There was no locking mechanism either built into the cuffs.

My question must have really annoyed her as she ceased her talking, walked up to me, took one of the cuffs and clicked it closed around my left wrist.

"Well, if you are so enthusiastic…"

‘Click’ another of the cuffs went around my right wrist.

"…to start. Then don’t…"

‘Click’ the next cuff went around my right ankle for some reason.

"…let my theories and reasoning…"

‘Click’ the last cuff went around my left ankle.

"…prevent me from doing the practical part of the experiment." she finished in a huff.

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She took two steps back to admire the metallic cuff-wearing girl. Incase you didn’t know anyone partaking in an experiment, no matter what stature they have, all wear the same sexless, nude colored, back zipped body suit. So technically I was bare with just this four scrawny metallic cuff adorning my wrists and my ankles.

"Well since you’re so eager to start why don’t you go and position yourself in between the machine that I have setup over there in the corner. I’ll be over here watching your progress and play about with the controls. I think you will learn about what I am doing faster than me telling you what I am doing." She said pointing to a strange metallic corner of the lab.

The machine was just as peculiar as the cuffs that she had given me. Think of the machine as a massive hollow metallic six sided dice. Now remove all the corners from the dice and then the edges so you’re only left with six surfaces. Four of the six surfaces were all held vertically in place by poles while the last two metal slabs adorned the ceiling and the floor.

A loud voice boomed over from where she was standing. "We are going to have to yell to communicate with each other. Stand in the middle of the slab in the floor and I will begin, tell me when your ready."

"Done!" I yelled back and immediately I felt my feet being taken from under me.

Correction my feet weren’t actually knocked away from me instead I had levitated about ten centimeters from the floor. I tried walking forwards, backwards and sideways but since I had no grip on the floor that proved totally pointless. "I am floating off the floor but I can’t do anything." I shouted.

"That’s ok! I can just see you from here your doing great." The voice said back. "Are you right in the middle of the slabs?"

"No! I am slightly right of middle!" I corrected her. My left arm suddenly shot out. The slab to my left must have something done to it. I slowly began floating back towards the middle of the contraption. "OK! I am there!" I told her. My right arm shot out till it was horizontal with the floor.

"Can you guess what’s causing this?" the senior asked me.

"Yes!" I said. "You are passing alternating electrical currents between the metal slabs. These bands that I am wearing must have some sort of permanent magnetism. Therefore they produce the floating effect by being simultaneously repelled and attracted to the walls."

"Bingo! You’re quite smart there! Let me reward you!" she cried.

Slowly I began revolving keeping my position of legs widely spread and my arms being held horizontal to the floor. The revolving was quite slow and it basically allowed me to see the rest of the room.

"How about some fun?" my senior yelled.

"What funn…….!" That was as far as I got before my arms were raised above my head. All six of the metallic slabs around me must have been turned on. I rose off the floor a bit more again from the attraction of the ceiling magnet. Then I started tilting backwards and well as revolving to the left. "Noooo!" I yelled as I began experiencing myself slowly do cartwheels as well as to the other movements. I was experiencing vertigo, the sickness and dizziness of being spun in three dimensions.

She must have notice this as the spinning slowed down considerably. She approached her contraption. "Well I can’t get you out of there yet. I have to let the magnets neutralize themselves so you will be experiencing some turning for another hour or so. Don’t worry I will ship you off to the medical ward the minute the magnetism stops."

I nodded my head in agreement while still rotating but much more slowly this time. Good thing I didn’t have any lunch first.

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ROOM 2

My room was located after a complicated set of twisting corridors. I hadn’t even touched the door when it was opened from the inside.

"Come in girl." The senior said.

"Sit down and take some notes." She instructed.

"My experiment is about catching the slime that I mistakenly set loose on the institute during my first year here. I mistakenly set it loose when I pour some chemicals on top of each other that overflowed into a sterile bacterial container." She said. I noted everything down. "My experiment is about catching it and destroying it!" she finished in a bold triumphant voice.

"Question!" I said, "What are we using against it?"

"That is a good question indeed let me show you some of my research." She reached under the desk and pulled out a jar that contained a green wriggling slime in a sealed cylinder glass. What she brought out next was a rather large super soaker. ‘Great!’ I thought to myself, ‘another Rambo want to be.’

"Don’t think of this super soaker as a toy. Think of it more as a weapon against the slime. The gun contains chemicals that will crystallize the slime upon contact. Here I’ll demonstrate. Will you open that glass cylinder?" she instructed.

I gingerly opened the glass cylinder that imprisoned the slime. As soon as the slime was freed the thing jumped out of its confinements and headed across the desk for the sink. I moved quick even thought it had no limbs what so ever but not quick enough before it was doused with the liquid from the super soaking touting senior.

It was amazing when the liquid hit. The green slime’s movement slowed. I could see small green crystals forming on its surface. The crystallization quickened and soon the entire slime was just crystal. It was a beautiful crystal too almost like some sort of art. I hadn’t finished admiring it when a loud bang caused me to close my eyes.

When my eyes opened again the crystal had been shattered by a large workman’s hammer. "That is how I am going to get that slime that been attacking us!" she strictly told me, almost showing off an aura of destruction.

"Just exactly how are we going to find the slime though?" I questioned here.

"Bait." She replied.

"Bait?" I asked.

"Thank you for volunteering." She shook my hands.

"Eh!!" I cried.

I was given a chicken switch that looked more like a pencil. I was going to be bait. My instructions were really simple. ‘Shower till the slime mould shows up, activate the chicken switch and I will appear to save you.’ Was all I was told.

‘Just great.’ I thought ‘Note to self: never ever volunteer for anything.’ I had seen previously what had happened to one of the juniors earlier in the year. That slime had attacked her as she was testing a new soap under the surveillance of her assigned team. When the slime was finished with her she was carted off to the first aid ward. It wasn’t a pretty sight, purple slime kept trickling form her orifices and when that stopped she needed an operation.

The operating team managed to remove three large orbs of purple slime from her stomach, uterus and rectum but even with those removed she still secretes purple slime from all her orifices. They say that her lubrication glands have been altered in some way. I stepped into my shower at my assigned commode.

I was getting pruney. I had been standing in the shower but I was now sitting on the floor. I must have been in there for like five hours and still nothing. This was definitely not going to be good for my skin. I turned off the water to the shower, reached for my bathrobe and then stepped out of the shower.

I wanted a coffee after all that soaking in the shower. Turning on the taps the water came out, I filled up the kettle before setting it on the stove and turned the stove on. It was then I remembered that I had left the chicken switch still in the shower cubicle and I went back to retrieve it. I didn’t think I should lose company property on the first day of the job. The whistling of the kettle told me that the water was ready for a coffee. I walked back through the door just in time to see the kettle get knocked on the floor.

The purple slime had come and it was between the door and me. The thing seemed to have read my mind as it quickly spread itself all over the door. Even touching the door would me that I would get slimed. I smiled. I pressed the chicken switch and expected the backup to come bursting in through the door. But it didn’t come, nobody burst through the door so I clicked the chicken switch again and again and again.

I panicked nobody was coming I picked up a pot lid and used it as a shield. The creature backed up and then flung itself at me. Even with the make shift shield the force of it flinging itself blasted the shield form my hands and soon the entire room was covered in bits and blobs of purple slime.

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It was absolutely gross my apartment was ruined. The blobs also began to reform a long umbilical cord of purple slime trailed from the sink to my body. I looked down the purple blob had dressed me in itself. I was wearing some sort of gummy purple bodice that went form the tops of my breasts down to pass through my crotch. I could feel the back of the bodice ending just below my shoulder blades.

But the sudden bulge of purple that came from the sink through the umbilical cord shocked me as it went at speed into my sex. I moaned, straightened my back and then the door blew open inwards. Help had arrived. My senior immediately drenched me in the chemicals from her soaker. I could feel the gummy slime bodice crystallizing around my back forcing my back to remain straight.

The slime sensed that another was in the room with something powerful and it quickly emptied itself down the sink. My senior ran to the sink and emptied the contents of the solution after it. She then returned to me with the hammer in her hand that came from the drawer under the sink.

"This might hurt." She warned.

Wham! The hammer fell onto the crystalline bodice around me but it didn’t shatter like the slime did in the lab. Wham! Wham! Wham! Crack! The hammer fell three more time then the head of the hammer broke from the handle. I looked at her with a realization that I was now another victim of the slime and that I was truly stuck.

The medical ward crew was called in to clean up the rest of the inactive slime that was hanging from the wall of her apartment while I contemplated my action of going for a sandwich at the most crucial time.

I sincerely hope that the medical crew would be able to get her out of the new clothing as she kept on crying that the slime had passed something onto her. I would need to hit the drawing board again.

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ROOM 3

I was quite surprised, by my third corner I had bid goodbye to all the other successful year two students and began to find my own way to where I was supposed to be. I noticed that I stayed above ground while some of the others had taken stairs going downwards earlier. Meanwhile the passageway that I was on had floor length windows on my right. Looking out I could see that the view was of a rather large botanical garden

The closer I approached the structure the larger the structure was not only was I getting nearer it but also I must have underestimated its size. It wasn’t long before I was at the foot of the behemoth structure the tiny single door was emblazoned with my number.

She must have been psychic my senior for suddenly the door was wrenched open from the inside. However my assumption proved wrong, for as suddenly as she opened the door she walked out and bump right into me, knocking me over.

She helped me back onto my feet. It was only then that I noticed how much taller she was than me by about half a head. My eyes barely reached her mouth and would probably explain how she managed to smash right into me.

"Sorry!" she said. "Come in quickly I’ve … we’ve got a problem that needs to be solved." She finished as she grabbed my hand and dragged me in to the room before closing the door behind me.

What was behind the door, were literally hundreds of colour television monitors mounted into the walls broadcasting something about the experiment. Or was it the experiment I could not really tell and a good chunk of monitors were showing a soft yellow colour on their screens.

I was dragged across the room from the door to a table in the middle of the room. What was on the table was a small model. Well, I could not call it small, it was at least two meters by four meters wide. Most of it was however decorated in floral but there was a hemisphere in the far end of it.

"What is that?" I pointed to the hemisphere.

"That, my colleague, is my experiment." She replied "I am currently researching what happens when my growth formula is applied to bees. And not just the instant effects of it but also how the effect flow through their society and environment."

"So your experiment is about making things bigger." I said.

"Yes, if simply put." she looked hard at me studying my face. "You want to know how big I have made them don’t you? Actually the normal size of a bee is two centimeters long by 1 centimeter wide. My creation…" she paused and took a breath "… is one hundred times larger than normal."

‘One hundred times larger than normal’ my brain thought. "Two by one meter?!" I yelled at her. "Why on earth did you make them that big? Surely they would not fly."

"The size was definitely not what I intended them to be." She scolded. "as for the question of flying you will be experimenting that yourself." My mind was dazed by her words. "Your job will be to infiltrate their hive and clean out the wax that has been administered to the internal cameras inside." She finished pointing to the lot of yellow screens.

"I am supposed to get into their hive?" I questioned. "Just how an I supposed to do that without being stung to death before I even get near it?"

"That has been taken care of." She said. "I hope you remember these."

A panel opened up behind me in the wall and immediately I recognized it as one of the costumes used to during the silk-steel experiment. It was a queen bee costume just what on earth was she planning.

"Well change into it and I’ll arrange your flight into the hive." She instructed. I had no choice.

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It was a full ten minutes before I managed to get myself suited up properly and was standing back inside the control room.

"Let me introduce you to your flight." She said while pressing another button.

A large part of the wall opened up to reveal a looking glass through to another room. In the other room was one of the large bees that was resting on a large man made flower. It hit me, of course all the fauna was man-made, normal fauna would never be able to hold its weight being then thousand times heavier than its natural counterpart.

The bee in the other room saw my getup and instinctively moved towards me. It stopped only when it hit the glass plane. I took a step back as if expecting the glass to break.

"So just what am I supposed to do? Ride that creature to my destination?" I quirkily asked.

"Actually I was thinking more of carry." She replied coolly. "You see that harness between his body and abdomen. You going to get in it and then I will open the shutters that will let it fly out over to the hive."

"You have got to be kidding me." I looked at the harness that was there. "How am I supposed to get up to that thing? I would be stung to death before I even get close."

"Why don’t you try first?" she suggested as she grabbed me by my shoulders and steered me to the door that led to the room.

The bee’s eyes just followed the action and as if it was defending the queen it prepared its stinger to kill the one hurting her.

A quick shove and click told me that I was in the same room as the bee. Well, the large bee there, staring back at me through those compound eyes of his was a kind of giveaway. It kept eyeing me up and down or that is what I think it was doing. I could see just under it that the stinger of the bee had come out of its abdomen. I kept banging on the wall asking my senior to let me out as the bee approached.

As it walked forward I was petrified in the corner of the room right next to the lock door. It was a pretty quick advance for something that large and soon it was towering above me basking me in its shadow. I expected a quick death from the amount of poison that the stinger could pump into me once I was impaled. I closed my eyes.

There was a totally different feeling two soft and very ticklish rods were being brushed past my face, first in one direction then the next. Then it moved to the top of my head where my decorative feelers were and then all over my body. I opened my eyes. The bee was using its two long feelers prodding me all over my body. I opened up and stood up but still hugging the wall. Through the glass window I could see that the senior was giving me a big two thumbs up and then pointed at the bee when mouthing ‘Get on with it.’

As I walked towards the bee it didn’t back away nor sting me with its protruded stinger instead the opposite happened the bee first sheathed the sting that I was so afraid about before standing quite still as I moved under it. I saw where the harness was and affixed myself underneath it so that I now faced the same direction as the bee.

Seeing my success with the harness the senior moved away from the window and a loud mechanical rotor started up opening the shutters that lead out to the hive. The bee seeing its chance for freedom powered up and leaps out of its confined prison where it had stayed.

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What followed next was a display of aerial acrobatics that no human contraption could have possibly performed. I would have screamed the air out of my lungs if not for the fact that the corset underneath the costume prevented me from taking deep breaths. Nor would I have had the chance of being heard. The beats from the wings of the bee would have totally drowned out any noise that I made. It was like riding a helicopter compounded with a roller coaster as the bee sped it way towards it home in a series of weaves, rolls, climbs, dives and loops.

We were nearly there only several hundred meters separated me from my target goal. But the bee had its own mind and began its descent down to the fauna. I spied where it was going to land, on a large man made flower the same as the one he stood on when I was trapped in the room with it but this one was different. In the middle the flower was filled with glistening yellow liquid, nectar!

Splut! Was that sound that I made when it landed smack bang in the center of the flower. Being strapped as I was I was partially submerged under the gooey yellow mixture of glucose and fructose. Of course it didn’t taste so bad as I opened my mouth and licked at it as the bee drank deeply from the flower. I struggled to keep my head above the liquid as the bee moved itself to cover the rest of the flower and lower the level of nectar that I was submerged in.

But the worst bit of the break was yet to come. As the bee finished its meal the sugary coating had begun to dry on me. I was taking a huge breath when the bee jumped or hopped and landed splat in another flower. I was being dipped in the nectar again. I was pissed, really annoyed by this and began failing around in the nectar. The bee did not like this and lowered me further into the nectar causing me to hold my breath as best as I could.

After one more flower power drink and me being dipped like candle making the bee resumed its journey towards the hive. As it landed at its opening the bee walked inside and I detached my self from its under belly totally glistening in the nectar that had been absorbed and now hardened in my suit.

The inside of the hive was enormous, million upon million of combs were packed into such a small area but not just that several hundred maybe a thousand bees were also packed in here. It was hot too I could feel it through the suit I was wearing.

I had read that bees that were flapping their wings inside the hive were there to ventilate it. So I headed off to the nearest bee that had its back turned to me. I walked over the mass of wax that everyone else was walking over in some areas I could see that the floor was not yet covered displaying the hexagonal well of nectar and honey mix. My friendly bee with the harness was now depositing the remnants of his drinks earlier into one.

It was then that I was caught full blast by one of the bees with his back turned to me. The cooling breeze or wind was nice and immediately I could feel the temperature dropping away. A loud crack and the subsequent falling though the wax startled me but by the time I had come to my senses I was already waist deep in the surface of the thick honey that was a meter from the top of the comb.

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I struggled to pull my self out of it or at least get to the side of the comb. My struggles only increased the sinking rate that was occurring. By the time I had got to the edge of the comb I as neck deep in the honey. I shouted for help.

Help arrived in the form of several bees looking down upon me. One of them jumped into the comb. Using its legs it wedged itself securely on the side careful not to touch the honey before using the two front legs to lift me away from my impending doom.

It then climbed out of the comb still holding me. Several bees then came forward but the bee holding me never let go. They looked as if they were chatting to each other, about what I would not know.

What came next was a bumpy ride up the walls of the comb as the bee holding me used it four remaining legs to climb high up taking me somewhere. I soon found out that I when I was pushed rather roughly into a comb with a little black box before leaving. I studied the box before realizing that it was a camera. I turned back to the entrance and looked down there was no human way I could climb back down the way it had taken me up.

I could see another bee climbing upwards heading my way. I snuck back to the rear of the comb I was in. The bee began building up the entrance clogging it with wax. I began kicking it in the head but even my kicks were no use. It totally ignored them as it continued to seal me in. It was up to halfway when it finally stopped and moved away. I tried moving to see what was happening when another bee barged in and spewed forth a torrent of honey, another came and did that and another till the honey was about to over flow from the comb.

I just sat there as the bee came back and began building the rest of the wax wall. When it was finished no amount of kicking or punching by me could break through the wax. Well at least there was some peace of mind. I had food I was half submerged in it again and I am sure the senior would soon see me on the camera and send someone to rescue me.

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I could see if from the camera that the infiltration plan by my new assistant had failed and that I would have to retrieve her. I picked up the phone and dialed the number for the ‘SURE’ squad, Special Utility Requisitions and Extractions, our standard retrieval squad that normally cleans up in the event of a disaster. Lately they have been preoccupied with capturing or eliminating the slime that has been attacking personnel. I hope they could fit in this retrieval some time but I was in no hurry.

Seniors 2

ROOM 4

"Ah! My assistant has arrived at last! I was wondering when or whether you would turn up at all." A voice said as soon as the door cracked open. "I am so glad that our three separate faculties got a even split of graduating students."

That was new information to me. I had always thought that we in some common pool and were assigned our superiors.

She whittled on. "Did you know that only two in ten students actually choose to pursue physics at this fine establishment? Apparently many think that advanced mathematics is too hard for them."

I broke in. "Actually I quite like mathematics, that’s why I chose to pursue physics."

"Well then let’s put that brain of yours to work. What is physics?" she asked.

"Physics is the study of interactions between matter and energy" I replied.

"Good, good!" she chirped, "And is thermodynamics part of physics?"

"Er…Yes!" I hesitated a bit, as I did not see where she was leading me.

"My experiment studies the transfer of heat." She announced with great pride. "More specifically I have developed currently a catalytic liquid that can," at this point her voice dropped to a squeak, "and unfortunately can work on only one type of substance."

"Does that mean it’s a failure?" I suggested to her.

"Of course not. Up until now I have only been able to use fire buckets as a testing ground." She sounded a little set back.

"You see currently silica which is used in many industries has an unfortunately high melting point and is quite heavy." Her voice dropped again on the last four words. "Small amounts for this experiments just wont do, so the acquisition department set me up with fire buckets at best while the main testing chamber was redesigned."

"Redesigned?" I queried.

"Yes. I you just look over there."

At this point she grabbed my chin and twisted my head quickly to the right. What I saw was different from all the other rooms. There was this five by five meter see-through container that was approximately two meters high. Contained in it must have been 50 cubic meters worth of silica.

"The perfect testing ground!" her haughty voice said. "You are to document what my precious liquid catalyst does to that silica."

"Yes," I agreed, "but what does your ‘precious catalyst’ do actually?"

"There are two but lets start with the one that we will be using first shall we?" a rhetorical question that needed no answer from me apart from nodding my head.

"You do understand that in order to create new bonds you must first break old bonds."

I nodded my head again.

"Bond breaking requires energy while bond making releases energy, endothermic and exothermic as we physicists say."

She seemed to be building up to a crescendo.

"Well what this solution does," she said holding up the metallic tin container no larger than a average cup, "is lower the activation energy instead us putting huge amounts of energy into silica. This…" her voice quieter, "This… causes the bonds to break at a far lower temperature than normal. In fact it makes it spontaneous."

"Ask me how we prevent the spontaneous reaction from occurring." She prompted me.

"How do we stop the reaction once it’s started?" I automatically responded.

"By using this beaker of liquid." She joyfully replied whipping a beaker of colorless liquid like its counter part. "Just a few drops of this liquid and the whole reaction chain can be stopped."

"So when do we start the experiment?" I was getting impatient to start the experiment. Listening her to drone on for half and hour wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

"We can make a start now." She said handing me the test tube containing whatever she like to call it. "Stand in the middle of the sand pit and just pour it into the sand." She instructed me.

I did what I was told. I went and stood at the center of the fine sand, hesitated for a while and then tipped the entire contents of the test tube into the sand. The sand thirstily absorbed the liquid that had been poured onto it and within seconds I could not tell where the liquid had originally penetrated into its surface.

"Done!" I yelled back. I could see her just turning away from the table where she put the beaker of anti-chemical and walk back towards me.

"Well sit on the sand and take notes from there noting where you pour the liquid in from. I’ll take notes from the side." She said.

There was nothing to take notes for. The surface didn’t change color nor were there any strange smells coming on from it. I used my pencil and note down. The time the experiment started and what I did.

I waited.

And waited.

And lay down flat on the surface of the sand and waited.

It was a great moment I could see from the side that the sand at the bottom was starting to become clearer and clearer as my liquid worked its magic. The reaction was very quick and after a few more minutes over half of the contain had been filled with a swirling crystal clear liquid that contained dispersed sand disappearing into it.

I yelled to the junior. "See anything happening up there yet?"

"No." was the reply even though by now over eighty percent of the tank was liquid glass. I decided to venture up there to see what it was like.

I had just reached the top of the stairs, when the sandy view met my eyes. Sure enough no reaction had yet taken place on the surface. I decided to venture across the surface to the new senior. She was lying down sideways on the sand with her back towards me.

I hadn’t gone more that a few steps when suddenly and rather un-expectantly quickly the center went from sand to colorless glass. I jumped backwards as quick as I could back to the top step of the stairs.

A sharp cry alerted me to my new assistant. I looked up and saw that she had somehow sunk into the liquid glass as she tried to sit up. I was a rather peculiar sight as she was sunk in a "V"-shape into the surface. Her legs were in the air from the thighs down but from her thighs to her waist she was stuck in the liquid. She couldn’t get any leverage from the surface at all as I saw her try to use her hand to push herself out only resulted in her arms getting stuck up to the elbows.

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"Don’t worry I’ll stop the reaction." I yell to her, "and stop struggling."

I raced down the stairs as quick as I could. As I hit the floor something else caught my eye. The walls of the container were no longer as straight as they should be instead they were bulging outwards. Even reinforced glass was no match against the power of my creation.

I ran full speed at the beaker that contained the solution to all this. At the same time the container broke sending it contents after me. I could feel the outpour lick against the soles of my feet as I grabbed the container. I tried to turn and empty its contents into the liquid glass river that had caught up with me.

The force of it against the back of my leg made me fall face first to the floor. I felt my hand lose grip of the beaker and its precious contents. My hand instinctively went forwards to break my fall against the ground. I could feel the liquid glass slowly engulf me up to my waist. But that was it. I couldn’t understand. I tried to wriggle anything below my waist but I couldn’t. Nothing would move an inch.

And this floor is awfully dusty. I thought to myself as I waited for a rescuer.

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ROOM 5

I was greeted warmly by my superior in charge when I entered my. She explained to me that I was going to be testing the newest in nutrient foods for possible space travel. I laughed at her idea but I quickly shut up when she explained what the cylindrical item in the middle of the room was for. I totally disagreed with her. There was no way I was going to spend 3 months in total isolation from the rest of the world without anything except food.

I was about to turn and walk away from here when suddenly she pulled out a gun. The gun fired and I felt pain. I pulled out a small dart from my leg. Looked at her in disgust and surprise before blacking out and hitting the floor.

I had actually expected my assistant to be more cooperative, at least now I have her full cooperation about this test. The first thing I needed to do is to get her prepared for her stay or stasis for 3 months. That means supplying her with food, which is the main test chemical that we will be using.

I picked up the rubber hood with tubes that go into her lungs to provide her with air and down to her stomach. It was then I realized that I needed her to be somewhere flat rather than crumpled up on the floor. Moving her across the floor to the table was much harder than I thought it was going to be a pain.

After about twenty minutes of dragging a unconscious body across the floor onto the table. I found myself huffing and puffing like hell. It’s definitely not easy carrying your own body weight around especially a dead weight.

It was time to disinfect her so that bacteria would not interfere with this experiment. I don’t really want a wound festering for three months and then find out that she’s got some sort of blood poisoning from it. I began smearing the pink disinfectant all over her body. It was thick and strands of the stuff began forming between my hands, the stuff inside the jar and her body. The work took a while but I soon had her covered head to toe in now to let is sit for about ten minutes before I wash it off.

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Once I washed the goo off her body I found that she was naked. No she was naked to begin with but she still had hair. Now she didn’t have any. It was time to get her dressed and readied for her stay in this experiment. I worked the specially built panties up her legs making sure that the pipes that would facilitate her waste disposal did not get tied up. It was delicate work threading the pipes into the correct passages inside her but it was soon done and the panties were now set on their host. The 2nd part of the set, a bra, was slightly different. It too had tubes but they lead from suction cups. I carefully fitted these onto her making sure that the nipple was centered to the middle of the cup. Without any hair on her body it made fitting the hood over her head much easier. With expert skill I threaded the feeding tubes and breathing tubes into her mouth and nose. The hood itself had no eyeholes but this was not necessary, as she would be constantly drugged to keep her from obtaining consciousness.

With the equipment on her I proceeded to fit each of the tubes that proceeded from them onto a manhole sized disc. Tugging each one to make sure that I had indeed connected the air supply to the air supply tube and not somewhere else. After checking and double-checking each of the connections I finally moved over to the tall large cylinder tube that contained green sustenance. Testing its density I pushed my hand into the surface of the sustenance and then tried to withdraw it. The sustenance clung to my hand and only after several attempts at freeing it did it finally come loose.

I walked over to the crane controls. Instructing the crane to slowly lift upwards the disc it was holding and watching my subject come off the table. It was a truly intense moment watching as each tube slowly tensed up and lifted the person off the table in a vertical position. Nudging the control stick I slowly guided the crane until it was position above the cylinder. The disc then began its slow descent lowing the victim into the sustenance.

I watched as the sustenance eagerly enveloped her feet and legs, past her hips and waist, up and over her breasts and shoulders and finally submerging her head. The disc caused a ‘splort’ when it reached the sustenance.

With her finally participating I turn on the machine that would keep her alive for the next 3 months as I walked out of the laboratory. IT would be collecting all the data I need while I head off to a beach somewhere.

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ROOM 6

I was getting prepared to feed my pet spider when my new assistant barged in without even the thought of knocking on the door. Pet probably wasn’t the best word to describe it. A friend of mine once made a rather peculiar formula that would increase the size of animals by a hundred times. As a rather practical joke she fed some to my pet tarantula that I kept in a well-heated glass tank.

She got reprimanded for it but she still does that sort of stuff pulling practical jokes on people. However lucky for me the Menarch Research Institute set up my spider for life as long as we studied one of the many mysteries that have so far and still eludes us ‘The study of the composition of spider silk’.

I heard that they had ran a small experiment on it earlier in the year but that composed formula failed to hold when it had dried. At least we can get as much sample spider silk that we want. They had moved my spider into its very own tropical jungle the size of a football field.

Recovering from my own thoughts I turned and told the new assistant.

"The first thing you must learn in this experiment or procedure of the experiment is to be able to feed the spider." I said calmly and quickly.

"Feed a spider!" she cried. "I have arachnophobia!"

"Well, I think you should respond very well to this situation then," I pressed a button on the panel to reveal the area that we work in. a vast man made jungle appeared but everything that was manmade was also covered in a silvery substance naturally made by the spider, "as you can see…" I stopped.

My assistant had somehow stopped in time. Her mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish swimming in its bowl.

I hesitated and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Well I don’t think I should do the rest of this introductory course. Anyway your job is to feed the spider." I patted here on her back to reassure her. "All you have to do is to toss the food into several spider made webs that it puts up every now and then in various locations." "You will need to wear this," I pushed something into her hands and lead her to the changing room before closing the door.

I gave her a few moments before opening the door and there she was dressed in a green cat suit, trembling. God knows, how long she had kept silent after changing. I guided her out to the trolley also painted green. "Here’s the trolley for the food." I said gently guiding it into her cold and unmoving hands.

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What was on the trolley, were four large slabs of meat. They were not dribbling with blood. I showed her the way to the lift that would ultimately take her on the first leg of the journey. It was when it reached the bottom accompanied by a small but audible ding that the doors opened. I pushed my frozen with fright assistant out of the lift and pressed the up button.

"You should have completed your run in about thirty minutes and I’ll come down in the lift again." I yelled at her back as the doors closed.

The terror. My nerves. Getting a hold of myself was just not possible. My hand shook with fright even as I grasped the handle of the trolley and even then they were still shaking.

The green little trolley began its small trundle. It was way to heavy for a girl to push. I stood on the small platform shaking like jelly. With trembling hands I loaded the catapult that would fire the pieces of raw meat onto the webs as I drew near them.

The first web came up and I fired the catapult. I watched as the meat soared way beyond its intended target passing over the top of the web by several meters. I could hear it crashing down on the fauna as the meat landed. I cursed under my breath. That was not what I wanted. To not only miss feeding the spider but also to alert it that something was moving in its compound.

As the trolley moved on under and past the first web, I reloaded the food distributing catapult. The second web came up. I took as careful a aim as I could with the naked eye and fire the meat at the web. I watched as the meat reached the top of its arc and then landed heavily on the rim of the web bouncing it in and out. I must have hit something critical as I saw the meat stick and then the web collapse downwards in an almighty thundering crash.

I couldn’t bear my own wondering imagination any further. As I now thought that my actions would have seriously pissed off the spider that was living here. It would be sure to investigate. I looked at the two pieces of meat left for the spider that was on the trolley.

‘Screw the spider!’ I thought as I pushed the two pieces off the trolley on to the foliage below. I jumped off the trolley and following its track forward I began to run totally uncaring about what I had just done. I ran through the undergrowth pushing apart foliage that blocked my view following the trolley track with the trolley itself way behind me.

I pushed apart the next set of foliage blocking my view of the track when suddenly I felt something go tight around my right shoulder. A thick strand of pure white was tied quite tightly around my right shoulder. How long had it been there? I pulled at the strand with all my might hoping that it would someone how dislodge itself from me.

TWANG! I found myself flying away from the foliage.

I don’t know how long I had been disorientated but when I came back to my senses I found that I had landed face down in something. My body felt ok no broken bones or anything but for some reason I couldn’t move much. ‘What on earth could be holding me?’ I thought. Then I remembered. The thread, my shoulder, the sudden jerky pull that rocketed me off the ground, the experiment, the spider… ‘Oh man’ I thought. I had landed on a web of some sort. My mind flew to one thing escape. I thrashed like mad trying to get free.

The spider was awake. It had been sleeping but the entire racket had woken her up. Not only that but one of the many web strings attached to where she was on her main web was constantly shaking as if something was caught in it. She decided to investigate.

A few acrobatic tricks later and she could see the web and the strange object that was caught in to. She was very cautious she had never had anything that moved before caught in her web. She advanced slowly at the struggling thing. With a careful leg she first touches the pinky object that was bouncing the web up and down. PRESS! She went with her leg.

As she touched it, it responded with greater thrashing and the web had not yet conveyed struggling that to her and she retreated back to the outer edges of the web till the movement subsided. She then approached the thing that was held again.

This time she was much quick and straddled the squirming object before using her weight to stop its movement.

The weight of the spider as it sat on me was tremendous. It totally stopped any movement that I could muster in my four limbs but I could still move my head. I arched out my neck and let loose a scream.

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The scream never came from my mouth as I felt to rather sharp pricks to either side of my neck and suddenly I felt as floppy as a cloth doll. I was still alive, I could feel the weight of the spider but each and every one of my muscles seemed to have been hit with a relaxant. I couldn’t move scarcely even breath but I could feel.

I could feel the spider pick me up from the middle of the web and as it did so I could also feel the work suit that I had been required to wear tear away from my body. As I was being carried away I was also being undressed.

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I was being carried by the spider to where ever it wanted me to be. I managed to recognize some sort of entrance to a rather large lair with the roof made out of webbing. It was there that I was pressed onto another web hanging vertically by the spider with me facing it. I would have freaked out as I saw its face but after that bite I couldn’t do even the faintest smile.

I finally could see where we had gotten. I was in some sort of large orb as the walls were curved and from the direction that I could see there did not appear to be another exit. I could feel from the movements in the web the spider pacing or repairing something.

The spider suddenly stopped pacing and approached me. It then moved slightly to my right and I felt in my hand soft, hot and sticky goop. I could feel the goop pass through the gaps between my fingers to the back of my hand. It was a nice feeling. In fact it was a pleasant feeling that was transmitted from where the goop was applied to my brain, but the pleasantness did not cover the fact that I knew I was getting webbed by the spider for whatever intent it had for me.

The warm goop passed up from my right hand to my wrist. Then pleasantly onto my elbows before it reached my shoulder and neck. If I could have winced I would have as the goop hit the spot where the spider and earlier bit me. It stalled a bit there. Applying a nice thick coating of goop that dribbled downwards towards my breast before moving onto the exact duplicate of the wound on my left. Again it applied healthy doses of webbing before slowly moving down from my shoulder to my elbow.

It felt like it was taking all the time it needed as it knew exactly how much time would be needed to recover from that muscle relaxing bite. As it webbed down my left arm I could feel the webbing on my right slowly dry out and harden. I obviously would not be able to use either arm for escape.

When the spider finished with my arms it then worked downwards from my shoulders. For some reason the webbing flowed around my breasts as the spider did its work. I could feel the webbing slowly trickle down my back form the shoulders to my waist. I must have been webbed very nicely down to my waist with my breasts exposed for any rescuer that would come now.

I could feel the spider start work on my crotch when it suddenly stopped. It let the warm goop trickle slightly into my sex. I felt the spider use one of its legs and prodded my stomach ever so lightly several times. It then turned away from me before suddenly backing up its abdomen to my sex. I felt something warm and hard press against my sex.

Luckily the opening was not wide enough for whatever the spider was trying to fit inside me. As it gave up its attempt and face me again I could see a white ball no larger than a tennis ball drop from its abdomen. I was shocked the spider was trying to fit its eggs inside me. I was so preoccupied with the fact that I was going to be used as some sort of incubator when I felt a sharp prick at my sex. I could feel all my muscles, which had been only slightly affected by the first bite, relax.

The spider the again backed its abdomen towards my sex but this time my sex did not resist. I felt one, two…. Up to ten round white balls enter my uterus and I could do nothing against it. The spider suddenly turned around and quickly sealed up my sex using its webbing.

But it made a mistake instead of feeling webbing enter my sex I found rather uncomfortably entering my anus. I could feel the warm liquid filling up my rectum. As it completely filled I felt a horrid sensation of reverse digestive track as the liquid forced half digested food back round my intestines.

It was only when one of the round orbs dropped out from my sex that the spider stopped. Realizing its mistake, it quickly corrected it and warm webbing was soon felt inside my uterus. Sealing both passages and finally webbing between my crotch. My own body was telling me that I was in a state of absolute agony as the two procedures that had just taken place had been fully restricted by the now dry web exoskeleton that held my form.

What came next was a kiss from the spider. Not from its mouth but from its abdomen. I felt the hot sticky webbing building up pressure, as my mouth remained shut. But the pressure was too much and I felt my mouth open. Allowing the webbing to enter my mouth. I tried not to swallow but my reaction was to gag. As I attempted to gag my gullet opened and in streamed the webbing. It came in non-stop. I could feel the liquid going down my throat and into my stomach; filling my stomach and building back upwards to my throat.

I was soon full of the stuff, even though some kept dribbling out of my mouth. The spider seemed satisfied and finished it by wrapping my head in a silken hood leaving just my eyes uncovered.

I felt the spider move behind me. Suddenly the webbing that had held me upright was cut. Was I free? Even if I was I could not move. The effect of its bite had not worn off and I could only just twitch my fingers hidden inside their silken mittens.

The spider picked me up and I flopped like a rag doll before dropping me again on the floor. It positioned my failing arms in front of me and began wrapping them against my body. A few layers later they were neatly wrapped and only my legs remained without silk. The spider didn’t seem to care about my legs and left me inside the silk orb where it had carried out my wrapping.

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It was half and hour later that I took the lift down to pick up my new assistant from her feeding round. I arrived at the bottom slightly early and waited patiently for her to come. What come first was the trolley and no her.

"Damned!" I yelled out loud. I picked up the receiver and dialed the SURE number so that I could have her retrieved.

I lay still where the spider had left me. It felt like days being unable to speak or make a sound but slowly and surely I gained the use of my legs and the rest of my body again. The spider had not returned to see me; something else must be preoccupying it.

I staggered onto my feet and walked slowly in a rather swaying manner towards the entrance of the orb. A small jerk pulled me back and I fell onto the floor. I looked back the spider had tied me to the wall via a stretchy piece of thick web. I wasn’t going to be going anywhere.