"Silas." The man shifted uneasily in his seat, hearing his name called. He placed an uneasy hand on the back of his neck, to soothe down the hairs that'd rose out of anxiety. He knew all too well what the man behind the desk in front of him was going to say. He knew all too well the reality he'd have to face within the next coming months. It was a reality that he pondered more and more as of late, and he'd endured a number of sleepless nights bargaining with no one in particular to let his work continue on. "Silas, you know why you're here. I don't need to tell you this. You know, don't you?" Silas took a deep breath. "Yes, sir." "It's about 090." 090. His magnum opus. His gold baby. His pride and joy- the reason he woke up in the morning and enjoyed coming to work. If the man's stomach hadn't been in knots before, it most definitely was now. Silas licked his lips. "090 is growing as expected. His condition is stable." His mental capabilities, on a human scale, were lackluster, but he wouldn't say that or admit it to himself. 090 was his best specimen, thus far. After all, why else would he have been permitted to carry on the experiment for another few years? 090 had vast potential. Silas took pride in that. "That may be. But you know what's coming up." Silas closed his eyes. It was a tough pill to swallow and he was tired of taking it. "I'm aware." "And I trust you'll be able to do it, won't you?" The man nodded in silence. Truth be told, he didn't know if he could. He tried remaining as objective as possible regarding the situation, he really did. But he took pride on 090, as a child took pride in their science project. He'd worked hard on this; he didn't want to destroy it. "I know.." He began slowly, "that I will have to destroy 090. I'm not. I'm not questioning that. But perhaps- perhaps there is a chance we could delay the date? Set it back a few more months. I- I still have important tests to run. He's been displaying more signs of emotional intelligence and self awareness, and there are things I would like to examine regarding that, but I'm afraid I won't have time with the current schedule, and-" The man at the desk cut him off. "Easy, Silas. The date has been set. There are going to be more. You will be able to continue your research with 091. 090's date is set. You know this. You knew this. Don't try to bargain your way out of it now. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it's began to grow on you. That's a dangerous game and you know it." The man frowned. "Yes, sir." "That's all. Bring Joseph in on your way out, would you?" Joseph was a co-worker; he was in charge of a similar operation as his own. Joseph's specimen, 089, was also scheduled for destruction within the next coming months. Silas knew though, he knew without a doubt that there would be trouble when it came to Joseph. He was too emotionally invested. The whole department knew it. On his way out, Silas did as he was asked, calling Joseph into the head's office for the talk. Alone, the man made the decision to continue with his studies for the day. He made the quiet walk to 090's room-- no, Silas thought. It wasn't a room. It was a cell. To think that the small, 6x6 foot space was anything other than a cell was madness. Especially when there were neither windows to the outside world, or screens for the creature inside to see so much as into the halls the facility. The armor glass that enabled passers by to view the specimens inside the cell was one sided. 090, or Sean, as he'd taken to calling himself these days, only saw his reflection. The fact he'd come up with a name for himself said something. It was the biggest reason Silas was too nervous to terminate his existence. With a heavy sigh, the man braced himself and opened the door and let himself inside. "090? Are you awake?"