Experimentation

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*audio log 24*

I had entered a severe depression from that, and had thus kept my colors inverted.

A couple days after the transfurr incident, another orange jumpsuit dude entered my room, as well as a heavily armed guard.

I just lay on my bed, too tired and depressed to even get up.

I don't even feel exhausted.

After lots of yelling and a seeming threat, the orange jumpsuit came over to me.

Naturally, I warned him.

"Don't touch me, it won't end well"

He seemed surprised I was actually alive, as I had not moved.

He hesitantly poked me, under threat from the guard.

What happened next was just as horrific as it has always been.

He was covered head to toe in nanites, before a severe shock of pain as they penetrated.

In a moment, it was over.

He was completely a nanite dark latex, if that is such a thing.

He couldn't move, of course.

The guard recoiled away, scared, and with good reason.

So I said

"This is my curse. I can't touch a human with my main body, directly skin to skin.

Also, you down there, if you want to move, you have to imagine yourself doing it in three dimensional space"

He suddenly sat up, alert.

After a few moments, I watched as he went back to looking like his old human form, albeit a hollow one.

The guard left in a hurry, seeming quite perplexed and afraid.

Why do they do this to me, I wonder?

*audio cuts*

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