#101 III

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In the heart of the unknown futuristic facility, the environment was a stark blend of sleek minimalism and advanced technology. The room, painted in shades of white, exuded a sterile aura. Soft lighting emanated from concealed sources, casting a calming glow that contrasted with the clinical surroundings. The air was kept at an optimal temperature, ensuring the comfort of both the occupants and the babies under the facility's care.The room's layout was open, with rows of glass boxes neatly aligned in precise formations. Each glass box contained a baby, swathed in soft blankets, cocooned within the translucent confines. The boxes were fitted at the left wall with neon light integrated monitoring systems that tracked the babies' vitals and provided a constant stream of data to the central control area. ———A pressured sound effect reverberated through the grey-white room. Its wide, innocent eyes followed the pressure-induced sound that reverberated through the room. The fsssh… sound was both sharp and intriguing, drawing the attention of the babies within their glass sanctuaries, and two male figures clad in white appearing out of nowhere.As the mysterious figures materialized into view, their appearance was almost surreal against the backdrop.Their faces were masked, and outfits resembled those of medical professionals. Cloths draped around them in an almost ceremonial manner, invoking images of ancient nuns as they navigated the room's sterile environment—much like the nuns, yet the air of secrecy surrounding them lent an air of enigma. Their presence held an aura of authority. These masked and cloaked figures, moved with a sense of purpose that belied their true intentions.The baby's tiny fingers gripped the edge of its blanket, eyes fixated on the figures. It was a scene that piqued its curiosity, the unfolding mystery echoing the sensation of watching a play where the true motives lay hidden beneath the surface.The figures moved with purpose, their steps silent against the clinical floor.As they approached the glass enclosures, the babies watched, a mixture of apprehension and interest evident in their expressions. It was as though they sensed the significance of this encounter, the presence of these figures carrying an air of both anticipation and trepidation.The baby's gaze shifted to the translucent slate that the figure on the left held. The device emitted a soft blue glow, casting a gentle illumination across the figure's gloved hands. Its eyes narrowed slightly, attempting to decipher the purpose of this device, its mind a whirlwind of thoughts and questions.Amid the hushed surroundings, a voice finally broke through, low and tinged with a sense of formality. "How are the babies?" The words held weight, each syllable laden with the responsibility of caring for the fragile lives within the room."They're all fine," came the response, a steady affirmation that carried a note of reassurance. "Over the past months, they've all shown stable growth and are being fed daily with the supplements."The exchange hung in the air, the main character absorbing the details of the conversation like a sponge. It was as if it understood the words spoken, even if the complexities of the situation eluded its grasp. The baby's own experience as one of those babies lent a sense of immediacy to the discussion, heightening its investment in the outcome."I see," the figure on the left mused, its tone thoughtful. "It's time to free them from their boxes. Hmm... I think reporting the issue to the heads is necessary, while we keep watch."The baby's eyes widened slightly, its heart skipping a beat. The words hinted at something monumental, a decision that could reshape its existence within the glass enclosure. The idea of being "freed" stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation within its tiny frame.The translucent slate exchanged hands, passing from one figure to the other, its faint glow illuminating their expressions. The baby strained to catch any subtle shifts in their demeanor, desperate to glean any insight into the enigma that surrounded them.With the exchange concluded, the figure who had been holding the slate moved toward the frosted glass-like wall. It stood as a sentinel, an entrance or exit to the room that remained elusive in its true purpose. Without hesitation, the figure passed through the wall, its form disappearing into the translucent barrier with a slick sound that echoed in the baby's ears.A shiver of awe coursed through the babies as it contemplated the door-like barrier. Its mind raced with possibilities, imagining what lay beyond the frosted glass. The concept of a door that could materialize and vanish at will was a testament to the advanced technology that permeated the facility.As the remaining figure stood in contemplation, the baby stared maybe wondering about the motivations behind the conversation it had witnessed. The sense of secrecy and responsibility intertwined, creating a tapestry of intrigue that captivated its thoughts. It was as though it had stumbled upon a puzzle, each piece of information adding to the complexity of the whole.In that moment, the baby's perception of the facility transformed. It was no longer just a place of care and comfort; it had become a nexus of hidden agendas, where the lives of the babies were entwined with a web of secrets. The babies themselves, innocent and unaware, were unknowingly part of a narrative larger than their own.With a mixture of determination and curiosity, the baby settled back against its soft bedding. Its tiny mind whirred with thoughts, questions, and the promise of a future that held both uncertainty and possibility. As the figure by the translucent barrier returned, the baby's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding events, eager to uncover the truths that lay beneath the surface of its existence.