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The cells for solitary confinement usually hold only on iron chair with person strapped, but lately contain 3-4.
The eating area has the only window, which was tiny, barred, and without glass. You can imagine that the room is very cold. The food is weeks past the expiration date.
The lab is far cleaner, with better food, since they wouldn't want the ones making their soldiers to get food poisoning.
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"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" Trevor 2 exclaimed.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" Trevor 3 exclaimed.
Three voices repeated in unison. There was not much to do in J Cell today. Just like yesterday and the many, many days before. So Trevor did what he could to entertain himself. After the doctors had taken away one of his "buds" he created two more and started playing ...
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" T0 repeated as he got louder.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" T2 repeated as he got louder.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" T3 repeated as he got louder.
Trevor usually started his day off by this little mental excercise. It was just tricky trying to outsmart himself and himself. The stalemates go rather long. It is actually hard lose too, because whenever He wants to op out, the others usually get to the same conclusion. Trevor usually got louder so that he wouldn't be able to hear any possible screams as one of his "buds" were experimented on. He looked at his clones as they looked at him, and they were pissed at the fact the scientists were grateful enough to give Trevor enough clothes for his clones. But that only meant they were going to come back and grab the other ones later.
Trevor continued thinking of someway to get out considered to do his exercising early before "breakfast" was delivered.
The first would simply avoid going in there with him due to they were losing confidence in the rate of his combat adaptation. The other school of thought and treatment was to beat him black and blue to instill fear into him. This second group were proud military professionals and obvious sadists.
Though Trevor became more cautious his fear was always quickly replaced by rage. He didn't lash out though. He let it smolder quietly like a dormant volcano. If he became too unruly they would simply confine him or worse.
He glanced around to check the expressions of those around him. It would do him no good if he didn't have more support, but he needed people with enough spirit to actually give it a shot.
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