Biological Response

There are at least 6 billion people in the world that we would like to study.  Dissect them.  Gather them in a room and see how they interact.  For the good of science, we would subject them to horrific experiments to better understand our own humanity.

We look forward to cutting you open.

What are calculations to a fractured mind?  If I told you I love you, I'd only be saying it to guage your retinal response.  The beat of your has heart accelerated to nominal conditions.  The conditions being that we can now cut it out and transplant it into the body of someone better than you'll ever be.

Oh the things we will learn when we put you in a cage!

I am a scientist, and I have a Ph.D specializing in not caring about your pain.  I'll put your soul under a microscope.  I'll put your self-resepect in a petrie dish.  We would like to take samples of everything that you are, and see if we can grow them in a different environment.  The subject seems to be in a state of agony.

We drew blood before, so you won't mind if we bleed you dry.

As a committee of highly intelligent and vicious scientists, we would like to propose sending you into space.  What would zero gravity do to the void in your heart?  Spinning you around and around, but we'll never let you down.  Stare into the sun and see if anyone responds within the parameters we established.

Crying is merely the biological response to being treated like shit.

Your thoughtful donation to the advancement of our endless studies will be much appreciated.  Let's see if it will accidently help others.  It wasn't intentional, but the surprise side-effects didn't affect us at all.  You'll recover within a standard human lifespan.

Now a toast to the hypothesis of love!

The equations have back inconclusive.  They say that you were human all along.  But it was never within the budget to allow you to be.  The computer has finished calculating your odds of surviving another experiment.

Your contributions to our science will be remembered.