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| Brian |
Brian sat in the corner of the test room, rocking,
holding his injured arm and holding back his tears. He should not cry like a
child. Adults do not cry. The day he physically matched his mental prowess
could not come soon enough.
The door opened. His handler set a small ceramic
bowl of pallid spheres upon the ground, then promptly exited.
The contents of the bowl strongly resembled … Brian’s
eye bugged and his fluffy, gray tail wagged. Could it be?
He crawled close. The item’s milk content and sweet
aroma confirmed it. This was the dessert he had only read about in his Every.
Ice Cream.
The moment felt so surreal. Why would the scientist
allow him to have this delicacy? From the coloration it had to be vanilla or
cake batter. No scents of harmful substances emanated from it.
Perhaps he could allow himself to act childish. No
one would know but him. Consuming the ice cream would be far easier if he had a
utensil, but would have to make do.
He scooped some ice cream up with his fingers and slurped
it into his mouth. This substance far surpassed the flavor quality of anything
he had before tasted. He let a big, horribly childish grin spread on his face—that
no would ever, ever hear of.
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