I have no name, no identity, no family, no friends, no freedom, no rights, what I, as an experimental subject, have. . . Just a number: NO.77.
Since I was a baby, my body has been surrounded by various machines, and every cell in my body is screaming in pain. However, I dare not scream because you never know what will happen in the next second.
I. . . I'm not afraid of death, maybe it would be better to die, at least I don't have to suffer this kind of pain. My life has long lost its meaning, but I am the only one among many experimental subjects who has survived for such a long time.