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Hypothetical - chapter 11This could not possibly be right. Zim must still be sleeping. He dreamed about those test subjects all the time, after all.
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The lights were too bright and the air too cold and still. Zim looked down at his hand and noted the thin scratch across his knuckles from the medical scanner's sampling needle.
The creature was dripping because it had torn the membranes along its arm. Thin, delicate strands were already beginning to grow across the wound, pulling it shut.
Dib stood behind the creature, staring directly at Zim, waiting.
"I can't kill it, I'm unarmed," Zim blurted. "My Pak isn't working. Do something!"
The creature wasn't attacking, it was just standing there. Of course it wasn't just a creature, it was an ex-human.
And it had spoken. Zim cleared his throat. His hands were cold. He reached for his pockets and didn't find them because he was wearing this horrible backwards coat.
"Kill me," the test subject repeated.
"I can't kill you. I'm not armed," he tol