Describing the Conditions of a Brain labeled “X2BV112”
Under Observation Financed by the Hikarobe Uxcranial Foundations
Circumstances
are usually the one to blame for a certain brain to process fucked up
information, however many doctors would ineffably suggest that these memories
filled with smoke, torment and the arrivals of men in liquid form are hormonal.
In relation to this, citizens of a regime that allow themselves the benefits of
a passively disinterested, non-curious mind would undoubtedly relish in the
moment of bullying the brain with baseless rumors. In a rare case, a certain
brain labeled as X2BV112, submerged into a concoction that mimics the nutrition
a normal body would provide it at least a considerable amount of life for
research purposes. Rumors notoriously spread by the citizens against this brain
under observation gave the morbidly, Apathetic Medical Squad the idea of what
this fucked up brain really went through.
Morbid as
they are, they provided the utmost care, in an obsessive manner even, to
prolong the life of X2BV112. A squad with a common goal, to ultimately deconstruct
the brain of one of the greatest lovers of their remorseless boss, the founder
of the Hikarobe Uxcranial Foundations. Their notoriously secretive workings are
not only protected by the Government, but permitted to acquire specimen from
rundown mental facilities in Sarajevo to the illegally funded human labs in
Jaffna, Sri Lanka. Where disposal of human remains are nobody’s business except
for the H.U.F, which is the result of non-cooperation of the hundreds of those
trafficked. One quick fucked up blow to the head by a man under the influence
of Crystal Meth was directed to the leader of the Trafficked. The Sri Lankan
man was fond of his baseball bat and was very eager to have used it so
meaningfully that day, only to please the remorseless boss at all costs.
Now,
X2BV112 has undergone a series of staggeringly expensive tests in hopes of
revealing the mysteries of its slow decay. Decay, by which I mean before it was
extracted out of the body that had apparently nourished it. The Squad is eager
to get at least the essence of its very surface. They knew that this particular
brain was subjected into some kind of trance making it untouchable from the people
that has haunted her ever since her involvement in the H.U.F. In particular,
the confines of the brain of the one and only founder, into which she so
effortlessly had entered. Finding the man’s state of mind as fragile as she
expected for it was a brain in a hopeless wasteland lost in the confusions of
love. She found him.
[# 1 Test
Reveals:
That for some time, in a span of 5-6 years, X2BV112
had an increase in its brain activity paralleling to its physical activities.
This test has shown an immature yet a prolific past of the brain. Physical
activities include fucking around with considerable amount of alcohol, having
coital remembrances from people in her distant past, acing the examinations
whilst being under the influence of so many artificial highs, and one they find
funny, a staggering inclination of the brain to perform household chores in
consistent precision.]
But wheels
turn as the shit collides with the ever forceful fate making her brain a
subject in view. So fantastically displayed in a cylindrical glass submerged in
potions that pulsate in its crevices. H.U.F felt no remorse in its retrieval. A
death so exquisitely designed to pain even the numbest parts of her body yet
making the body capable of preserving the brain in a span of 20 days. The
Apathetic Medical Squad received the recognition for its death. Security and
wealth that will last for decades. The remorseless boss need not remind anybody
that he was capable.
To be continued.
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