Continuing to drag out his life—serving as nothing more than a living lab rat—stripped him of all his humanity.
"Dr. Vance, I've thought about it extensively. My decision stands. If there's an afterlife, I don't want to come back as a human. Being human is too exhausting. I'm done."
Maeve asked gently, "Do you remember your real name?" Whether it was BS009 or Subject 1152, they were just cold, clinical codes.
He pondered for a long moment before a name, buried deep beneath years of trauma, surfaced. "If I remember correctly, my name is Stetson Woods."
"How long have you been at Lab C?" Maeve inquired.
"A little over two years," Stetson replied.
Maeve's eyes narrowed slightly. "If your designation is 1152... does that mean there were over a thousand people before you who were also used as live test subjects?"
The question immediately put him on high alert. "I... I don't know."
Maeve noticed his sudden defensiveness. She gave a small, reassuring laugh. "Did you think I was secretly working for Lab C?"
Stetson blinked. "Aren't you?"
"Not yet, anyway," Maeve replied calmly.
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