Prep-Stage individuals, uneffected humans exit busses, as they walk confused twards a huge plane in a makeshift airstrip, as trees are cut down all around. Only 600m from the Evotorium Facility. As work to transport them elsewhere is underway. Forword Operating Basses surround the facility, with heated tents, and more set up. As medical workers, trama specalists, and even some vetinarians go in, and out of the facility. Its been 3 days. As a trama specalist, holds nervously a cage with a bird in it. Walking thru the evotoriums medical style halls, as they arrive at a larger empity out storage room. As she puts the bird down. Inside is various small plastic letter toys, a few keyborads that can be typed on, and others such things. The bird shivers, and shrinks, as the trama specalist moves to comfort the uncanny... bird. "Its ok... we are here. Now... our goal today is simple... We need your name ok." There is a quite, as the bird turns at her. Shrinking further, and slowly looking at the objects around themselves. As it looks at the woman shivering, and chirps quitely. She sighs. "ok... so... i know its...well... not the best, but... come on out. Please..." As the cage door is wide open. The bird watches, unmoving. Until... eventually, one talon at a time, it jump off its pearch with a messy landing. As its messy feathers are clear to see, a lack of care clear in its feathers. Months of neglect, isolation, and lack of grooming that any bird would instinctively crave. As it slowly walks out.
She puts a small keyboard attached to a screen to the bird. As it looks at it. It shrinks further, shaking, shivering not from cold. As it looks at her, its eyes... too... focused on her. She sighs, but slowly reaches twards the bird, as she says. "Its ok... we can be slow with this." The bird continues looking at her, as her hand sits close to it. It looks at her hand. As she notices the bird is bairly the height of her forarm. It moves, and begins to peck, typing "T-O-O B-I-G" slowly. As she smiles, but sighs. "Do you mean... everything is too big... You are small..." The bird turns quitely, and pecks "T-A-L-L S-C-A-R-R-Y" She lowers herself to her knees, as she half-sits next to the table. She asks "Whats your name?" Its quite, before the bird types slowly "N-O-T L-E-A-V-E A-L-O-N-E?" She says softly "You will not be left alone. There will always be people here with you. I can't stay every moment, but we will never leave you abandoned." As she reaches her hand, and slowly... tocuhes the birds feathers. It shakes, and moves away slightly. Eventually... types "A-L-L-Y R-A-C-E-N"
Time passes, its the next day, as Ally Racen eventually finds herself, shivering on a table, in her cage. As a vetinary expert, and a signtist enter the tent. As a trauma specialist stands nearly the cage, the same one working with her yesterday. The vet says "H-Hello... Ally. I am a Vet, Call me Kane, and Proffeser Clark are here today to make... sure your... healthy. Ok... so can you work with us?" Mr. Clark says "If you help us here... we can help others like you easer ok?" She shrinks more, shivering visibly. The Vet says "Can... you come on out?" As the door stays unlocked. She looks at it, unmoving. Shivering, as her feathers ruffle in visible fear. The trama specalist moves in, lowering herself "Its ok... it will not take long, and once its over, its over." She looks at the woman, shiverng. Then rapidly shakes her head, as a low-volume falcon screach slowly escapes her beck. As she shrinks further. They eventually, unable to convince Ally, they decide to do it latter, but the vetinarian says "I do think she... uh needs more care for the feathers... or else... well... infection, or other issues could occur. Its not healthy..." As the cage is taken away.
Elsewhere, in the tents, various stage 1's, and humanoid stage 2, and early humanoid stage 3's are being treated. As a woman, shivers, as she carefully slithers down a hallway, with a massive snake tail replacing her legs. As she slithers thru the snow, she compains "Oh fuck, thats cold." As she shriks, as the doctor, and care specalist say "I know... come. It won't be long." As her massive 3.8m long tail drags thru the snow. She sees the stares from others, as they quitely avoid eye contact with the woman, as her hair... is made of thousands of small snakes that move, and watch. She soon arrives to one of the medical hubs, with makeshift medical equipment. As she slowly steps up for a X-ray. Her name is Ella Lexton, a journolist who got caught up too far with a mob boss, and is a Early stage 3, by early, very early. She finished stage 2 transformation just 1 week ago. As she slowly moves, with the doctors by her side, shaking.
Soon, the X-rays are revied live by signtists. As she quitely leans on a beam of the tent, her human torso held up by her snake lower part, as she gives a blank stare, with the snake eye... shifting, trying to not watch everything, yet they take glances at the sightists with slitted eyes. The signtists frown, as a biologist, looks over the X-ray, uneasy. Soon, after various tests, blood draws, and more. Time passes, a few hours. As she lays on a huge mat in a... reworked empolyee office of the Evotoriums facility. As a doctor sits on a chair with files on a table moved here. As he says "The... various tests have been... of great help Ella... i know this... its horrific on all of us, and we are trying our best to make sure everyone here gets what they deserve. She is quite, as her snake hair watches him. "From the tests, we can conferm... your DNA is entirely... non-human... uh... your entire body has changed quite alot, but yet... also displays various superhuman effecencies in organ systems? Meaning... you don't need to eat much more then before despite the massive gains of body mass." She is quite... "You... said they wanted to sell us, turn us into stupid products... why... what... did they want to... do to me?" There is a quite, as the man sighs "It was a custom request by a buyer, that mafia boss, Antler Karban. He... wanted you as a exhibit." She is quite... "I... fuck me... at least tell me he is going to fucking jail, or something!" She shivers quitely. Eyes wide, as her snake hair pulls in. The signtists sighs "Yes, well... many associates of the Evotorium will face... massive... repercussions with... these horrors revealed."
The man sighs "Now... we want more... details on your sensory... situation... and nurological concquences. But... for now... we just want to know more about... how... uh... your senses have changed from this. Its for several reasons, one is so we have a better understanding of how... the changes induced into your body effect sensory input, and two... so any... more extreme transformation we have more context on there sensory world. You are not... lucky, there are others worse then you, but it does not change the fact... that... this is horrible. But some can't talk, some have been... stuck in bodies with... weirder sensory situations... and we need... the help honestly to better help them." There is a quite.
She lays on her side on the large mat, snake tail half used to proper her up. As she sighs deeply... with a dead-pan dread covering her, as the snakes shift back greater, tramatic. She is quite. "I understand." She says, as her slitted snake eye looks at him, then back down. "I... will start with sight i guess... everything... well... its... its all so blurry now, i... colors are just... gone. I... your movements stand out with detail... but when you stand still i can't even read your face unless... you are close to me. The... small snakes have even... less detail. But... yes... i can... just see everything now around me... but... it does not help. It feels like i am in some stupid blurry world without color." She is quite... then says "When... when... i was transforming... changing... my... fuck... it hurt. But... my eyes suddenly just... stopped working. I... was blind for a long... time... just... just nothing... until the first snake eyes formed, and slowly... it... came back. It was all wrong. Worse... i can also fucking see heat. So... that... is there... its just... kinda replacing color in my brain? It was so weird at first, everything felt weird, i had no idea what i was seeing... it... took a long time to even tell where i am facing. Now... it makes sense i guess... it feels... 3d. Like you know how you can sense where your body is in 3d? I can sense that... but with sight. That is over there, in 3d, or that is there. It... merges with my body sense."
She is quite, before continueing "It... was horrible those days... when i had... the eyes, but did not know how to use them. Everything... was wrong, i felt nasous constantly, and could bairly think over... just... the vertago... until... one time, i slept... and i woke up... and the senses all made sense suddenly. Not perfect sense... but better sense. Like... my brain clicked a switch... saying 'oh... i see'." The man looks at her with empathy, as a device records her words. He says "I see... that... well... what about your body? How does it feel." She is quite. "Weird... by now... its... there. No real phantom limbs... just... memory. Like... you can't have a phantom limb if there is so much data to replace it. I can... kinda imagne legs? Its... blurry thou? I... oh fuck..." She moans annoyed, and angwished. "Its very... blurry... i don't think... god... i can't imagine legs anymore! Great..." She is quite, before she says "So... yeah. They feel everything... heat, winds, movements, inerta... it all... and its fucking... so... there. Just... there... just... i feel it every second of every day, those mussles in that... tail, how its positioned, not just the tail, the entire body. It feels like... i am paying so much attention to my body now, way more... then like... i ever did. Thou... its been getting better lately i guess. But... honestly cold is the worst... it makes me... feel tired, and i just..." Some snakes on her head hiss at nothing, she shakes her head. "fucking stop." As she reaches, trying to stop them, but they avoid her hand. "Sorry... the... hair is... weird... it... sometimes... follows what i want... other times not. No idea." As she calms, the snakes stop avoiding her hand, as she touches one slightly, shivers at the touch, and pulls her hand back. As she shivers, out of breath. "Oh... they are very sensitive... ah..." The man says "Well... your sensitivty to heat could be due to the fact your body is only... partly mamailan? Blood tests, and the C-rays show your heart is very large now, and diffrent, but also signs of some level of cold-blooded ness. Like... your body is lazy, and hates the cold because its more work then it likes."
She sighs "I just want to be all nice, and warm... and everything its too cold..." Her body slowly slithers into a tigher coil. She is quite... "Thou... honestly i... hate the fact that i... don't hate... eugh... whatever... there is some comfertable poses. Sure... whatever. Donsent change the fact that i literally... am a fuckin SNAKE GIRL fuckign shit!" Her snake hair hisses loudly, As she grits her teeth, in anger. Then shaking sees a chair, and grabs it, throwing it across the room. AS her sharp fans in her mouth are visible, as she shivers, looking at him, as he moves slightly scared. As she bites her teeth, and slowly calms. "S-Sorry... I-Its... its just so fucking cold on this floor, and... fuck... sorry." She turns embarassed, as the snakes on her head coil in closer. She shakes her head. "I... i think its best we call it for today." She says, as the man nods. "its ok... i will ask to see if we can get some heating here... prehaps a heat lamp." She gives him a look of daggers in her eyes "I am not some fucking pet snake!" He shivers "No... sorry... heated blankets, and sutff.. Yeah." She shivers. "Sorry... but yeah."