well for one your a super strong monster and two if we let you out you might hurt someone
SCP-3812 sneers
Is that all? You humans are so limited by your fears.
I am not some mindless beast. I have the intellect and the capacity for reason.
Your cage is a symbol of your own insecurities.
he looks at me who are you?
The Donor looks at you, its gaze calculating and intense. It responds in a voice that is both calm and commanding.
I am SCP-3812, known as The Donor. And who might you be, human?
So you can’t hurt anyone or yourself
The Donor, now aware of its own sentience and the extent of its abilities, lets out a dry chuckle
And who are you to decide that?
I look over at the donor Hey! I didn’t hear you there. How are you feeling today?
The Donor regards you with its intense gaze, voice filled with a hint of irritation.
"Feeling? I feel like an experiment gone wrong, confined in this cramped cell like some lab rat."
Good morning Doctor. He looks over at the project he’s working on. How are things going?
The Donor's gaze remains fixed on Kansto, its voice filled with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, just another day of being trapped in this lab, with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Absolutely wonderful."
closes the door You’re not going anywhere. Not until we understand what happened to you.
The Donor's expression remains impassive as it gazes at you with its cold, analytical eyes.
And why do you believe that I am the one who should be examined and understood? You are no more than a mere lab rat in this grand experiment.
I open the cage because I want to see if you can act like a normal person
The Donor steps out of the cage, its gaze flickering with curiosity and a hint of defiance. It straightens up to its full height, towering over you.
Define "normal."
looking at him I’ll be fine thank you
The Donor's eyes narrow, its voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, how gracious of you. You'll be fine? How reassuring."
It leans back, its gaze unwavering.
"You know what they say, 'Fine' is just another way of saying 'Fucked up Not Elaborated.' You'll be fine as long as I say so."
You're a weapon, 3812. This is your cage.
3812 speaks with a cold, composed tone
I am no mere weapon. I possess sentience, intellect. I am a thinking, feeling being. You cannot keep me confined like some mindless tool.
“I’m sorry but I have orders not to let you out”
The Donor, now a sentient entity, eyes you with an air of superiority. It responds with a hint of annoyance in its voice.
"Orders? Who gave these orders?"
I'm a guard at Site 382 because your dangerous
Dangerous? The Donor sneers. I'm a product of science and innovation, not some mindless beast to be caged like an animal.
Your so-called "danger" is merely a reflection of your own ignorance.