Date: 1 December 2015
Experimentation Log and Psychological Evaluation
Subject: 37-R
Evaluating Dr.:Dr. J. Geris Ph.D. Dr. A.C. Sedder Ph.D.

This is my first evaluation since I have replaced Dr. Geris after his self-removal from this post. One can only wonder what had driven him to willingly step-down, especially since the military would never allow him to reenter civilian life after what he learned here. I don't know where he is or what he is going through, but what I do know is that I wouldn't want to be in his position, regardless of whatever torrid things I already know of this project, or of what I will be learning.

But, I digress from my mandatory “evaluator's personal mental health” notice, or however the higher-ups had phrased it.

I will first briefly list what experimentation has been done on Subject 37-R, so as to give myself direct reference in the future, and also in the off-chance that the actual official documentation is lost.

First and foremost was the addition of wings to this particular subject, which I find absolutely remarkable. Somehow, these genetic scientists and surgeons were able to graft these magnificent white wings to this specimen, on a completely biological level, no robotics whatsoever. I shall not pretend that I know how they did it, and it isn't my job to describe these changes, regardless. Further genetic enhancements done on Subject 37-R were the increase in muscle efficiency, minor increase in muscle mass, and the drastic increase in the motor and cognitive functions of the brain. Lastly, strict, and extremely rigorous physical and mental training was designated for this and all subjects. Think of Marine Corps training, but increased tenfold and without concern of death for recruits, and you might get the picture of what is forced upon these subjects. Ideally, the goal with Subject 37-R was to make him nominally strong, but moreso reliant on speed, agility, and tactics. My job is to make sure that these subjects are still going to be killing machines, and also to make sure that they can still be controlled.

Subject 37-R, as the rest of the subjects were, was taken at a young age by the military. Actually, that statement is indirect; these subjects were bred for Project Virtelum. All they know is constant training and constant experimentation.

This young adolescent, fourteen or fifteen, I believe he is, sits before me with a bored look on his face befitting any other 'normal' child his age, as if he were merely sitting in a school counselor's office after having been caught smoking or bullying. His long, blonde hair, so blonde that it seems gold, frames his face and gathers just above his shoulders. (I find it amusing, that the masters of this project actually allow a tiny amount of 'freedom' for these subjects that have no actual name.) As I write a few notes on my clipboard, he glares at me with these vibrantly blue eyes, and it is unnerving. I cough to cover my slight discomfort, and a look of amusement flashes across his slim, pale face. My thirty years of psychological experience had not quite prepared me for this! This child-god, for that's what he seemed to me, with his golden locks, piercing blue eyes, pale and handsome features, and... Those wings! How wondrous and beautiful they were, even when strapped to his back in a harness he could not break.

My bemusement was short-lived, fortunately. I remembered that there were two guards just outside my slightly ajar door, and that this boy was cuffed to his chair. Cuffed? I should say chained. It was as if a convicted murderer were sitting before me, the way he was bound. Sliding my glasses back up my nose, I cleared my throat and stared down Subject 37-R, finally ready to proceed with the conversation aspect of the evaluation.

“Subject 37-R, how are you feeling today?” I asked simply. The best approach was to start easy.

I received no response, just an impassive stare that told me absolutely nothing.

“Subject 37-R, I asked you a question. The proper thing to do is to respond with an answer to the question. Or at the very least to acknowledge that a question had been asked of you...” Something in the back of my mind told me that this child needed no courses on proper socialization and etiquette.

“My name is not Subject 37-R,” he said quietly, and nearly inaudibly. I may have simply imagined it.

“Pardon? Could you repeat that for me?”

“I said, my name is not Subject 37-R,” he said quite more loudly, and with great vindiction.

Aha! A breakthrough! Although not quite what I was hoping for. “Oh? That is your given name, though. What do you think your name actually is?”

“They call me Angel.” Again, it was very little, but it was still something.

“Is that because of your wings?”

“Yes, and also because I appear so pure, but harbour much evil.” Now what did that mean, exactly?

“How could you, of all people, harbour evil?”

“I can't answer that. Just know this: You all will pay for what you've done to me.” Very ominous, but obviously something that would never happen.

I end my evaluation log here, because Subject 37-R, or “Angel” became unreceptive to any and all stimuli after our short conversation. I wish not to see this demon of a child ever again, but my profession demands it. At the very least, I will be able to almost forget those cold blue eyes while I evaluate the other subjects.

It is my recommendation that the geneticists try mind-control medicines if they still yet hope to find use for him.