Day 12 - Medical Play - Resident Evil

Annette slipped on her lanyard and came through decontamination before she looked down at her schedule for the day. After the initial briefing, she was down in Lab 03 for the first five hours, then she had her lunch, then the rest of the day still down in Lab 03. That wasn’t out of the ordinary, 03 was basically her office at this point. It had her favorite chair, it had more than one of her pen cups. In a world where sanitation blasted everything in the lab with industrial-strength cleaners at night, it was as close to home inside the sterile zone as she was going to get. What was slightly more out of the ordinary was that her job description for the day was classified. That meant to be declared at debriefing. And that, almost without fail, meant that research and development had a new toy that needed looking into. R&D’s toys also tended to be the kind of things that getting hit with a tank shell only made angry, so that meant she was most likely going to spend the day in maximum security protocols. A whole day of “it it so much as breathes wrong, activate the purge and blast the lab vacant down to the molecular level with you still in.”

“Morning Anette,” Michael, one of the very same R&D guys, was making a cup of bootleg coffee from the reverse-osmosis pump. Umbrella, officially, held a water-only policy within the sterile zone. They also recognized a mutiny brewing when they saw one after trying to crack down on the underground coffee ring. They would never cave fully to setting up a coffee maker downstairs, but this was their sort of compromise.

“Morning,” She accepted a cup of coffee from him.

“What lab are you in today?” He seemed like he already knew.

“03. One of your new toys?”

“A toy in the same way rocket fuel is a fire starter.” He rubbed his hands giddily, “This is the big one. I mean, the big one.”

“If that’s your way of telling me he doesn’t fit in 03, the techs can take one of the walls out.” She joked, “So, what makes you say this one’s the one?”

“Limited speech recognition, total obedience, we’ve even got his strength and-” Michael caught himself, “Ah shit, I should probably leave some of that up to surprise, right?”

“My horoscope for today,” She gestured to her classified schedule, “Suggests that I hate surprises.”

“It’s a basic medical check, we’d do it ourselves, but nobody in R&D knows how to give a physical.” Michael leaned back, “If he starts acting up, we even have a codeword for you, total neurological shutdown. Near enough to total brain death without necrosis.”

“He?” She took a sip, “Pretty ambitious giving it a gender.”

“Less hubris, more elephant in the room.” Michael explained vaguely, “You’ll figure out what I mean when you get started.”

“Sounds like you freaks just ruined my evening plans,” Annette crumpled the empty styrofoam cup and tossed it at him before starting on her way, “Say hi to Janice for me.”

She made her way down the hall to 03, passing a couple of other decontamination checkpoints in the process. It all seemed excessive when you were starting out down here, but when you saw what some of these little science projects did to people, you came to understand it. These things ever breaking out top-side wasn’t so much a “masks and hand sanitizer” problem as a “reduce the city to rubble before it gets out” problem. They were told, emphasis on told as many questioned it, that what they were doing was ultimately for the good of mankind. Some of them believed it, some of them were in it for the altruism. Some of them were hoping that the “next step of human evolution” talk would mean a solution for broken bodies, mental disorders, whatever your personal baggage. Some were just looking for a good health plan and work that didn’t involve quite so many regulations. It was the ones that fit into none of the above, the Mengeles, that you had to be on the lookout for. It took a special kind of stupid to create something above human beings on the food chain and then try poking it with several different kinds of sticks and needles through the bars of a cage for months on end. Stupid, or you truly just didn’t have that part of your brain that told you not to. The kind of kids who pulled wings off of flies.

The final checkpoint into 03 was a security one as well as a decontamination. She had to scan her lanyard, retina, fingerprint. It was just shy of asking for a DNA sample. There was even a security guard on hand, though he was only barely armed. That was always a loose reminder of status in and of itself. They always carried guns that wouldn’t do much to the majority of the science projects, which left the targets as the ones wearing the labcoats. Of course, it basically never actually came up. You even sent christmas cards to most of them, but it was just one of those things.

Finally inside, she hadn’t even had time to pick up the key for her classified schedule when she saw her work for the day. It was hard to miss him.

“Hello,” She plugged the key into her PDA, “T-00. Can you speak? Did they get that far?”

It, well undoubtedly he as she could pretty immediately see, looked at her without full recognition. She realized she may need to change her approach. One question at a time.

“Can you speak?”

He shook his head, so had at least limited speech recognition, like she’d been told.

“But you do understand me?”

A nod.

“Right, since this will be easier with your cooperation, I’m going to avoid using your shutdown phrase unless you decide to make this difficult for me. It says here you have a power limiter in place as well, so you aren’t going to make any problems for me, are you?”

He shook his head, looking at her as curiously as she was looking at him.

She was going to need a stepladder. For whatever reason they’d put a name field on the form she had to fill out, which she struck through. If they wanted her to name it, they were barking up the wrong tree. What would you even call an eight-foot-tall man the color of a stainless steel pan? One crisscrossed with stitchwork and scars like Frankenstein's monster and a build like a Mr. Universe contestant? Though, from what she knew about improper steroid cycles, his creators had used their imagination when it came to his genitals. It was like a horny teenager’s version of He-Man, complete with disproportionately large genitals. Which either implied they wanted their progeny to be proud of himself or they actually expected him to fuck something. The first seemed foolish in the face of having given him a weak point akin to a giant glowing eye. The second seemed foolish from sheer biological reality. She scrolled preemptively to the abstract one of the R&D people would have been forced to write. As soon as she read the phrase “capabilities for sexual transmission of G-virus” she snorted. Perhaps if the G-virus were isolated to larger mammals than humans. That was probably the same mindset that gave him giant muscles when he already had a skeleton with enough reinforcement to make them obsolete. Some young boys never grew out of certain ideas, they just grew into using them in their work.

“Alright, well.” Annette pushed one of the chairs to his feet and slipped on a pair of latex gloves. “I have a lot of work to do, so let’s get started.”

He simply continued looking down at her quizzically as she climbed onto the chair to get roughly eye-level with him. Or at least eye-to-chin level. It would have to do. There was a metal cuff thicker than a medical textbook around each wrist and ankle and one around his neck. The paperwork said that so long as the limiter stayed on, they would hold. She hoped she wouldn’t have to test that.

“Now, suppose we can skip the part about medical history.” She grabbed her stethoscope and placed it on his chest. “You lack a heartbeat of course, but do you breathe? Can you breathe for me?”

The same blank stare, she scanned his chest for any sort of sounds. Outside of the quiet churning of a stomach that took up the majority of his abdomen, she couldn’t find anything. They had made an early discovery that anything being ambulated by the t-virus didn’t have a need for digestion and excretion, the stomach was simply used as a holding stage for any consumed tissue, which would come spilling out when the specimen decayed enough to no longer hold together. However, in unique developments they had found that not giving the specimen a stomach resulted in it not seeking flesh. That made giving the specimen a stomach an incredibly conscious choice. Stomach meant predator, bigger stomach meant…

“I don’t know why they do this. We don’t need you destroying tanks, why make you this big and this hungry?” She scoffed, making notes.

“Alright, moving on.” She got out her pen light, “Follow this with your eyes, don’t turn your head. Now open your mouth, lift your tongue.”

She worked through the checklist as quickly as she could. The majority of this was effectively pointless, just company policy that somebody other than the team that made the thing had to reaffirm that it could do what they claimed. Then things like weapons tests, survival tests, those were for people with bigger labs and more expendability. They’d sent her here for one thing and one thing pretty exclusively that she had shown a willingness to do which some of the other doctors had blanched at. Pulling the wings off of a fly versus pulling the legs off of a spider. Everybody had their flavor they tolerated. She just kept trying to remember how she’d even started to get the reputation.

Fetching an almost cartoonishly-large condom from the kit they’d given her, she stepped down off of the chair and gestured to his crotch.

“Do you get hard on command?”

He shook his head.

She scoffed and flicked through her notes for a second and then tossed her PDA down in discuss.

“No trigger word?” She groaned, “They do this shit again and I’m poking holes in their germ shields. Zero fucking professionalism.”

He kept looking down at her quizzically as she slipped the condom on over his flaccid cock, then grabbed the packet of lubrication from the kit as well.

“And, as usual, the bare fucking minimum for assistance.” She sighed, “Look, can you hurry up and get hard?”

When she squeezed one of the packets out into her glove and reached out to grab his cock, he looked more confused and alarmed than anything else. She realized there was a good chance he didn’t even know how any of this stuff worked. At the very least, it only took a few seconds of her stroking for his cock to swell and strain the condom, even more cartoonishly large when erect than when it had been soft.

“Well, it looks like they’re still sizing you for sending a message over actually spreading the virus through procreation.” She reached over and made another note with her clean hand. “I’m going to stimulate your penis until you fill this condom, the faster the better, thank you.”

Her hand only really wrapped around one side of his cock, but he was hard enough to pulse in her hand after a moment of stroking. She wondered about the logistics of both an erection and a throb considering there wasn’t a drop of real blood in his body, nor the system needed to circulate it around, but it was very likely that the team creating him had designed in a lot of imitation biological functions. His chest rose and fell steadily at all times, even if no breathing was happening. The theory behind it, like with robotics, had always been that you wanted to make them look more human. But nobody was going to mistake something like this for a human being.

She kept stroking as she looked over at her PDA for some of the more detailed information. At the base of him was a metallic skeleton with about a third of the flexibility of a human’s in exchange for being an order of magnitude stronger and sturdier. Then the level above that was a musculature level that connected directly to the organ-layer and created more of a hemocoel than a real circulation. Blood, collected from flesh in the stomach, could be pumped into the muscles through contraction and flexion of the tissue in question, meaning the cock itself was more of a muscle than anything else, though supported by a telescopic and flexible pseudo-skeleton. The testicles then were more of a filtration system, converting the infected blood which operated the biological machinery into a sort of imitation cum, trading the oxygen and iron content which made it valuable for function and converting it into fertility and contagion. An amount the size of a raindrop getting into your pores was enough to infect you, and R&D theorized his ejaculations to be nearly half a gallon. As much as overkill was the name of the game for their department (in the same way that contrasting that vision with reality was the job for both her team and the accountants) they theorized there to be at least some biological purpose. That a full deployment inside a womb could result in near-instantaneous development of tyrant-strain fetal tissue, as well as passing on the conditioned obediences to Umbrella like a virus in and of themselves. This, of course, was purely theoretical, and likely to remain so barring a scale down of his anatomy.

“Well, the second version of you will probably be pretty good at what R&D wants you to do.” She commented idly and watched a sort of incomplete recognition and displeasure flash in his eyes, “But I wouldn’t worry about that.”

She reached down and stimulated his testicles with her free hand, which seemed to generate a pretty immediate response. It would have been better as a vocal trigger, but having some way to vastly speed up the subject’s orgasm was a welcome thing. Instantly, any consternation on his face melted away into a sort of frustrated concentration, his cock twitching more rapidly, causing the skin around the base of his cock to shift and warp in absence of a vascular system. Bringing her hand away from his balls she stroked him with both hands as quickly as she could, the process now enough underway that she could simply race to the finish line.

A second later he made a sound like the air rushing out of his lungs, assuming he’d had any to begin with. His cock gave a flex strong enough to jerk it up and out of her grasp as a giant strand of fake cum came launching from his head and filling the reservoir tip. She stepped back and began to make her notes as he continued silently filling the condom with giant wet bursts.

“Subject was successfully brought to orgasm after roughly three minutes of physical stimulation, roughly ten seconds after stimulation was applied to scrotum and trigger process was initiated. Request verbal trigger in the future, appreciate getting hands literally dirty as little as possible in these matters. Strongly question realism of expecting sexual delivery with subject of this size (and this state of endowment). Biologically impossible for him to transfer sexual payload into any living human female (seriously, you guys, have you ever actually seen a vagina?) Ejaculate estimate of roughly half a gallon seems to have been accurate. Request hazmat team for removal of condom. Request subject purge. Getting closer, but still not there. Taking early lunch.”

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