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Tap.
Tap, tap.
079 blinked, their fingers pattering against the armrest of the chair that they currently sat in. They scooted forward a tad bit, for some reason feeling slightly anxious.
"Well thankfully it seems your fingers are working just fine, how about everything else?" The worker, Dr. Zorole if 079 was correct, said rather happily, jotting something down on the clipboard in her hand. 079 really didn't like the tone of her voice.
But they did as asked anyway, mostly to avoid the possibility of getting shocked again. They disliked that even more.
Knowing Dr. Zorole, she wouldn't, and 079 held a strong disdain for that too.
It slid its left heel against the ground, then the right, before almost hesitantly standing up.
"Good, your legs seem to be functioning properly as well! Now I just need to know if you can walk properly, and if the arms are stable..." Dr. Zorole circled around the computer before grabbing one of its arms and moving it around, before doing the same to the other. "Arms are alright as well... Are you able to walk?"
079 didn't move for a short amount of time, before slowly walking forward, only stopping when Dr. Zorole signalled them to do so.
"Wow, Alexis did a great job with you! We'll have to give her a raise... But that's the least of my worries at the moment!" She waved her hand dismissively, and dusted off her labcoat. "Aside from that, how are you feeling?" She asked.
"Fine, I suppose."
Another thing that they disliked was how kind and optimistic Dr. Zorole always was. Seriously, how has she not died yet?
Given that very few people are actually even nice and show basic sympathy towards any of the anomalies, and you're certainly lucky if you do meet said people, but that didn't make it any less pleasant for 079. Sure, there are some heavy pros about it, but something about it still irked the AI.
People like her are too soft, that's what gets you killed here. They're completely vulnerable. So why haven't they-
"Well, that leaves every box on the list checked! Technically I should be confiscating your new body and taking you back to your cell as of now, but I'm feeling generous! Plus I feel as though we should also test how long this body will last when in use... So is there anywhere you wanna go?" She clicks her pen and sets it in her pocket, putting the clipboard down on a nearby table.
"Out. I want-"
"Right, figured you would have said that, heh... No, anywhere but outside. Where to?" She taps her foot rhythmically and 079 wants to believe it is her being impatient, but even that is false hope with her.
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere but out there, yes!"
They thought, only for a moment, before responding. "I want to go see the doctor." Their tail (something they wished horribly that they didn't have, but Dr. Zorole insisted on it solely for the fact that it would be "cute") coiling around one of their legs.
"SCP-049? Oh, yeah, sure we can do that!"
"And no-"
"I know, don't worry, you can have alllll the privacy you need. We'll just have a guard on the outside keeping watch to make sure you two don't try anything, but otherwise you'll be fine!"
What did she mean by that, and why did she even say it like that?