“Live long and prosper.”
Jigsaw, Saw* #quote
I wonder what it'd be like to sense electricity like a shark. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Two Numbers
Number 20 talked his friend, Number 130. They spoke to each other from their cages, despite the social norm of lab rats talking with their own family in their own cages. But because of some circumstance in their youth neither of them could remember when they babies they began squeaking to each other from across the bars.
Both families of rats had the same fur color and general size. Number 20 and Number 130 could be mistaken for twin brothers. Lab rats tended to look similar due to scientist breeding them to be genetically similar as a baseline. But Number 20 could tell that there was something different about his friend that was fundamentally different from him. He couldn't figure it out, but there was something.
While they talked about the mazes they ran, or the puzzles they tried to figure out, or the food they had to eat, or the women they had to woo to make the next generation, they had a wonderful time. But Number 20 couldn't figure out what was so different about his friend. Even to the day that his friend dropped dead.
The simple fact of the matter was that every single day Number 130 was being subjected to a new type of cancer treatment. Number 20 was the control group. The treatment was a failure. But the results did provide some data that may help some future scientists.
Whether the tests result in success or failure, the amount of cures and other scientific advancements the rats have helped humans achieve certainly makes them worthy of a little pat on the shoulder.