Read: Contained
Suddenly it was quiet again. The room had stopped shaking, and the few items that had not fallen off the shelves yet seemed to have been spared from the faith of their fallen comrades lying shattered on the ground. The dust was settling but it was still difficult to see in the flickering fluorescent light. The bombing seemed to have seized again, at least for now.
A small primate peeked cautiously from under the long metal operating table. He looked mangy and scrawny but only the occasional scar here and there appeared to have been caused by the recent development of events. He crawled out and surveid the damage. The small room seemed to have held well though it seemed awfully shaken up.
He tip-toed around the glass scattered around, making a mental note to sweap it up later. But first he had something far more important to attend to. The Jar.
In an alcove in the back of the room he found the tall tank secured in place by thick metal pipes. There was a slight crack in the wall by the top left corner and the adjacent pipe seemed to have become slightly loose. He should fix that before the next attack, it could fall and swing damaging the glass.
The filtrator was acting up again. He turned the switch on and off and on again a couple of times, and slowly the water started to clear. He stood back and watched. On the other side of the thick glass, it stared back at him. It had pressed it's forehead against the glass and you could see it's brain through it's opague blue-ish skin for it had no hair and only a thin, glass-like skull. It's large yellow eyeballs stared right through it's skin, it had no need for openings for its eyes. It's face elongated as if it was opening it's nonexistant mouth. It lifted it's frail webbed hand to it's smooth, belly-buttonless abdomen, and scratched. Its coiled intestines moved below its slowly expanding lungs and beating heart; all this was plainly visible to the primate who pressed his palm to the glass reassuringly before running off.
After rummaging around the small storage cabinet for a while, he returned carrying a white plastic tub labeled simply "Feed (high protein), project J.A.R. I". Seeing him return, the creature in the tank wiggled in excitement. He opened the tub and the small container attached to the side of the tank and poured in two scoops of the weird flakes. He had tasted them himself once but to his dismay they had no flavour and the texture was most unappealing. The creature seemed to enjoy them though. As the flakes poured into the tank it began catching them between its hands with such glee, like a child catching soap bubbles. The flakes were quickly sucked in through the openings in its palms and could be seen traveling up his arms and then down into his stomach.
The primate left it to enjoy it's bland meal in its peculiar way, he did not question the odd creature he was apparently the sole carer for now. Days had turned to weeks, and weeks into months. The "thunder" continued on and it was becomming clear the men in white coats were not coming back. He tried not to think about the future.
Common Experiment #886
