forum Subject 055 // One on One // Closed

Started May 16, 2020 by @Mojack group

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“Oh,” Bosa hummed, nodding. “Thank you for the explanation.” He fidgets with his hands. It’s weird having individual limbs, sometimes. Especially since he hadn’t accessed this form in some time. “What will you be doing today?”

”You’re welcome.” she nodded a little, even though he couldn't see her. ”I thought we might just talk for right now. Get to understand each other a bit more. I already know a fair bit about you and your abilities but if we're going to work together then we should know more.” she explained.

Bosa looked around. Getting to know each other? Sounded..fun! Anything was considered fun to the creature at this point, though. "Ah! So what would you like to know about me? Or do you want me to ask you something?" Bosa eagerly asked.

Clarissa was unprepared for 055’s enthusiasm but found it reassuring. She’d heard of a few subjects that had a… less than pleasant reaction to having a handler. ”Why don't you just tell me a few things about yourself.” she suggested, not really having any questions yet but deciding to use this as practice for 055 regarding any future conversations.

"Oh..I.." Bosa paused, raising a hand to his chin in thought. Things about himself, things about himself, he thought. What could he say..
"Well, my name is Bosa," Bosa began, well aware that up until now the lab only knew him as 055, since they were unaware that Bosa had coined a name for himself. "I like learning things..travel, I like to travel. I've traveled quite far." What else, what else?
Ah, yes! "I like being under the stars, I like to look at the sky." Bosa seemed to be implying that he had some interest in astronomy, or maybe it was something else.

Clarissa raised a brow in surprise at the name but made quick notes of the mentioned interests. Travel most likely wouldn't be possible until further along with the training… but the rest was not out of reach. ”I see. ”Bossa”, where did you get that name from?” she asked, intrigued. The use of a name actually suggested a sense of individuality that the lab hadn't anticipated.

"Mm..Not sure! Bosa has different meanings, I think. Depends on wherever you're coming from. I think Bosa means 'victory', and even if it doesn't, I have no intentions on changing it since it's easy to remember and say. I heard..no, read it somewhere. Read it in a book," but Bosa didn't elaborate any further.

Clarissa nodded again, understanding why 055 had been picked to have a handler. ”Do you like to read?” she asked, still wondering about the name but not pushing for information. She needed to know more about this subject so training could go smoothly.

"Yes, I do!" Bosa lightly clasped his hands together. There was no clarification whether or not where a creature like him would've learned to read. Maybe by observing humans at some point.

This was certainly an interesting development. ”How long have you been able to read?” she asked, very interested in the potential 055’s answer would give her. Clarissa was already planning to use this information to help her earn 055’s favor as well as… something of a bribe or reward for the training. Positive reinforcement tended to work better than punishment in her opinion.

"Uhm.." He most definitely didn't understand those signs in Russia, that's for sure. He was only relying on his other senses at the time to give him direction. "Not..sure," he started. "A while?" Bosa had to estimate.

"Before I got here." He decided.

Clarissa gave a small hum of acknowledgment. That was a fair answer. ”Alright… What kinds of things do you like to read?” she asked next, trying to get a better understanding of 055’s reading level. Maybe she could get some books on Astronomy to start with.

“Knowledge.” He begins, thinking. “Stuff that gives knowledge..non fiction? I’m also fine with fiction as well!” Bosa begins to pace around the room, only for a few seconds though, before going to lean against a wall.

”Educational or informational, then.” she said, more to herself as she jotted down another note. Glancing back up, she gave a small smile and decided to be relatable. ”Fiction is my favorite recreational genre too.” she said honestly. ”Not that I dislike reading an educational book but it's not that often.”

Bosa nodded, taking in the information. Even if he didn’t visibly react too much, all of this new information was quite interesting to him. Which was quite a stark contrast to the creature running rampant many weeks before. It was almost as if Bosa didn’t quite remember what he’d done.

“Anything is good to me, either way. I’m always eager in learning! Especially about..” he paused, falling silent for a bit longer than he intended. “Humans,” he finished. “Humans are interesting.” He added.

”Oh? Really? Because we think you are very interesting as well.” Clarissa said though she raised a brow at the lengthy hesitation. ”What about humans do you interesting?” she asked.

She may not have been involved when 055 was brought in, but she had heard a few stories about what had happened…

“Ah..their differences to me, of course!” He explained, his tone of voice almost seeming as though he were excited to explain. “Everything..me compared to a human is so, so different.” He gestured to himself. “The physical differences are quite easy to tell, but there’s a lot of other differences, too!”

Bosa seemed to nod, content with his own answer to the question.

Clarissa couldn’t help it as a small chuckled escaped at the answer. ”Ironically enough, that is the same thing that fascinates us about you.” she said, smiling a little. ”What you are capable of is extraordinary to us and we would like to know more about that. How you actually can do the things you do… Most of it doesn't seem scientifically possible.” she explained.

“Oh?” Bosa’s interest seemed to be perked at the statement. “How does it seem to be..not scientifically possible?”

”Well…” she started, ”for one thing, your body is composed entirely of something that resembles black sand. An inanimate material.” she pointed out. ”I’m sure there's more to it but that's just from a cursory glance when you are in your… natural form. Though your human form is quite convincing.”

“I’m quite happy you think it’s convincing!” Bosa was quite happy at that. Even if he still struggled with certain parts, like the face, being told it was convincing was quite the achievement for him.

“I’m guess by..inanimate..it means that ‘black sand’ normally does not move on its own?”

Clarissa smiled a little more, finding the reaction to her observation somewhat endearing. She had to shake her head to clear it and remind herself to stay professional. This is just her job.

”Yes, that is correct.” she answered. ”Inanimate actually means a little more than that. Essentially it means something that is not alive. Like the table or couch in your room are inanimate.” she explained further.

((Understood! And sorry for the lack of response.))

“Ooh,” he hummed, glancing at the table. He held his gaze on it for a few moments before returning to the one-way window. “So technically, I shouldn’t even be here given my original form is..” Bosa stopped, lifting a singular hand and temporarily allowing it to flow into ‘black sand’ for a few seconds while he spoke. “..inanimate, and from what I can put together, none of this is scientifically possible? I am..a wonder of nature?” He questioned to no one in particular, picking up a phrase he’d heard on the side. From someone in the facility, maybe.

The sand flowing from his hand froze up into a tough material, retreating back to his wrist and reforming itself into a hand again.

(It's ok. I actually just got back from the trip so, no worries.)

Clarissa watched 055’s hand for a moment, completely amazed, and nodded at the response. ”Yes, that's correct. You are a wonder and that's why we find you so fascinating.” she confirmed gently. Admittedly, this was a more delicate topic among some of the other subjects in the lab… though 055 seemed to be taking the information fairly well. ”That’s why you're here… and part of the reason why I was assigned to be your handler. We want to be able to understand you better. And help you understand us as well.”

“That does make sense as to why you want to understand me better, as do I! I would be happy to be able to assist you in this goal to understand me better!” Bosa nodded, raising a finger. “So, what now?”

Perhaps one of the reasons Bosa seemed to take it well is due to his natural curiosity..to learn more. Simply, if he could help others learn more, and get more information in exchange, then that be a dream come true to the anomaly.

Clarissa’s jaw almost dropped in surprise at 055’s willingness and the complete jump to acceptance. Considering how much work it took to capture this subject, she had been expecting more rage… A slower progression through the five steps perhaps… But this reaction was…
”Thank you, Bosa.” she smiled a little, deciding to use the self-given name this time. ”Well, if you want, I suppose we can start with what you remember from before you arrived here.” she suggested. ”Your old home?”

Bosa stayed silent for a few moments upon being asked of his origins. In thought, rather - although some memories seemed to flash in mind. Rocks, underground. They were digging. Shaking his head - only to clear his mind - he glanced up. “To clarify, you want me to describe it, yes?” This time, his voice seemed a bit more serious.

Clarissa nodded, taking note of the change of demeanor. ”Well… Yes, if you can. What it was like; sights, smells, sounds, anything like that.” she clarified. ”Unless it's too painful for you to think about, then we don't have to talk about it right now.”

“Blue. Blue was a colour I saw often, if you could even call it sight back then.” Bosa almost immediately dove into speaking right after she finished. There was no sense of eagerness in his voice, just a total change of feeling around him. “I also saw various shades. Greens, there were some greys and blacks. Earthy colours.”

He paused. “There were a lot of lights. Bright, flashy lights. Probably why I couldn’t see. There was talking often, above ground - I was underground, yes. Each day it became closer and closer - I was investigated by them, a curiosity shared by myself, despite that my abilities were not strong at the time, and I was trapped in some sort of rock.”
“It was humid down there. There was water, sometimes on the ground in puddles, other times dripping from the ceiling. I don’t know how long I was there, but long enough to have built something around me.” He stopped.

“A..a..Facility. Not like this one, though. Much more different. And I don’t remember what happened, but one day, I was able to move. And I..I don’t really remember what else. I don’t remember any smells, I don’t think I’m capable of smelling things even now.”