After silently crying, 100B fell asleep because all of her energy was lost to her tears. Though, 100A wondered if it was a peaceful sleep seeing as she cried herself unconscious.

100A picked up his sister, princess style, then placed her on her bed and covered her with the sheets. He looked at his shirt that had a blotch of tears soaked in from his sister's eyes without so much as a whine or yell. They had fell out of her obsidian eyes as quietly as the wind blew on an autumn day. That wind is had so much impact, yet did everything in completely silence. Only the rustling of the trees in which the wind effected as it moved could be heard. Never the wind itself. The impact of wind had just as much impact as his sister's silent tears had on him.

From all of her crying, 100B didn't even have the strength to hold onto her brother like she usually would. 100A couldn't bare it. She would feel better if she opened one of the wrapped boxes? He doubted that. So much so that he didn't even want to see them anymore. He wanted them completely out of his sight. Besides, he was sure that 100B wouldn't even want to look at the wrapped gits anymore after she woke up. So, he moved them. He picked up all eleven boxes not scared about what could be in them and stacked them in the farthest corner from heaviest to lightest as to not damage them. After, to hide them even better, he grabbed the sheet from off his bed and covered the bright and foreign colors. There was no way of actually getting rid of them, so this was the best 100A could do.

Coming back from the corner of the room, 100A saw that the playing cards were still laying on the floor. Earlier, he'd been to busy rushing the director out and comforting his sister that he forgot that the cards were still on the floor showing the winning side of the game. Looking at them, he sort of wished that his sister had never played the game in the first place. He wished that she didn't win, so she wouldn't have to cry.

So, he took his time to clean that up. Wishing to go back in time to play that game instead no matter how much 100B insisted. If he did, his little sister wouldn't be sleeping with her cheeks covered in tear stains. 100A picked up all of the card on the floor, then the box in which they were stored, and put all 54 playing cards into the box. After, he placed the box filled with cards in the middle of a set up chess board.

After doing everything he thought he need to, there was nothing else for 100A to preoccupy his mind with. He wanted to watch over his sister, but he thought that she would want to be alone for a little while. Despite that, he still didn't want to stray to far from her. So, that entire rest of that day, he sat against the front of the bed, on the floor, and stared at the the fully white room.

Doing such a thing made 100A started thinking. He started thinking about everything that made them different from humans. Their genetic make up was mutated beyond recognition to enhance their physical and mental abilities. Their silver hair that was proof of an unnatural pigment and their obsidian colored pupils that struggled to reflect light. Their place of birth that was a glass cylinder and filled with translucent blue liquid as two cords were attached to their developing bodies. One for the mutated genic code to create them, and the other for the liquid sustenance, the only nutrients that ever entered their bodies. Their callings which were numbers rather then names. From any perspective made by any person, it was clear that they weren't human. They were close but a different existence in their entirety. They couldn't even define themselves in the same way humans do.

But, it was okay. 100A had his sister, and 100B had her brother. Even if they weren't human by any means or couldn't define themselves as one normally could. It didn't matter. Or, more like it didn't hurt as much with them knowing that there was something just like them.

Like their first meeting. 100A was like 100B, and 100B was like 100A. They were the same.

After meeting, they realized that they weren't alone. They had the same genetic mutations. The same unnatural silver pigment in their hair, and dark obsidian pupils. They shared the same liquid filled glass cylinder of a womb, and the same two cords for the flow of genetic information and nutrients. Both of their callings were numbers and held no true significance. From any perspective, but most importantly theirs's, 100A and 100B were the exact same in physical appearance and mental instability.

100A sighed, tucked his knees to his chest and laid his head down on them. He hoped his sister was going to be okay. He hoped that she was going to be able to pick herself up after resting for a bit. Though, for now, it was his time to rest. Then, when his sister woke up, he would ask her to play a game of chess with him even though he was bound to lose.

100B woke up before her brother. She wok up feeling like she had an interesting dream, but she couldn't remember a single aspect of it. She didn't even care enough to try and remember. Right now, she didn't have the energy to dig through her own brain to find an irrelevant dream or even move from her sleep position. She didn't have the energy to more nor the motivation. Today, all she wanted was to lay around and do nothing else, but she knew she couldn't.

A women wearing a white coat entered the room with two IV bags to replace the one's attached 100A and 100B's arms. But, that wasn't it. The lady walked in holding two clipboards with multiple papers attached and pens in her coat pocket. It was clear that she was there to conduct tests, but 100B really wasn't in the mood. Still, it's not like she had a choice. She never had a choice because she wasn't human.

Even though she didn't want to, 100B pulled herself to sit up while her IV bag was being changed. She scraped her mind together as well as she could to answer whatever question the lady in the white lab coat was going to ask. 100B sighed feeling that this day was going to be longer then usual. Boring and long.

Like always, the two clipboards were set down on the ground for 100B to pick up and grab. In truth, the white lab coat people never talked to them. Tests would always be clipped onto a clipboard labeled B and the questions would cause her to set up the test herself. For example, for sight test, 100B had to place the board against the wall on one side of the room and walked to the other side, then answer whatever question made her do this. And while she did all of that, the person who brough in the clipboard would just stand next to the room door waiting to pick up the clipboard whenever she was done.

It was the same when it came to learning new material. Someone would just drop a textbook in the room with a pen to annotate and a highlighter to find the important information. There was no one to really teach her anything. Every piece of information in her head, every language she knew, formula she memorized, every theory. 100B taught herself all of that with a stack of textbooks.

That however, happened when she had energy she wanted to spare. Right now, she struggled to even sit up, so when she had to get up to go get a clipboard, 100B suffered. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked, dragging her feet, to get the board.

When she got to the board, 100B sat down in front of it, pulled the pin out of the clip, and picked up the clipboard. Slowly she started answering the questions.

What was the first question on the last test?

Please explain all 5 major psychological theories.

Just answering the first question took a lot out of 100B, but she kept answering question after question. She wanted to finish the test and go back to laying down. For now, she didn't want to think about having to get up for other things later in the day. Like baths or whatever else she had to do as an experimental lab subject.

Explain why you didn't open any of the gift boxes.

What? 100B found this a stupid question, but she didn't have the energy to question why such a question would be on the test. She could barely manage to think about how stupid and unfruitful the question was. She found that it was better to just answer the question and move on.

I didn't open the gifts because I don't know the giver, and am unsure of the intentions behind multiple gifts.

Going through the test, 100B found many other meaningless questions. Questions like, if you were in this situation what would you do. For example, the last question on the clipboard.

If you were in a general store, what is the first section you would run to and for what reason?

Toy section for puzzles.

A question like that didn't make sense to have on a test, but it was there anyway. Maybe, if she felt like it, 100B would talk to her older brother about it when he finished the test. Though, for now, he was busy sleeping at the front of the bed, and 100B didn't feel like waking him up like she usually did. So, 100A was going to sleep for as long as he wanted while the white lab coated lady stood against the wall next to the door.

100B put the clipboard back on the ground with the pen in the clip, then dragged her self back to the bed and pulled the bed sheets over her entire body. Right now, she didn't even want the room light to be reflected in her eyes. She only wanted darkness. That was peaceful.

When 100A woke up, he spread himself out from his tight sleeping position, and before his eyes managed to adjust, he caught a clipboard in his sight. As though it was instinct, his hand reached for the clipboard and grabbed it. Like every other test, he pulled the pen out of the clip and started answering the question. However, unlike his sister, he had the energy to question the meaning of the useless questions, but it didn't take him long to figure out the meaning behind the questions.

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With a little thinking, it was obvious that the lab coats weren't the ones to put the question on the test. It was the director. Before they met him at the party, the questions were always based on the material they were given textbooks on or their physical prowess, but after meeting the director, everything changed. They were allowed to go outside, they were given presents, and now the questions on the test. It was proof that the director's title wasn't just for show. He really had the power to do whatever he wanted when it came to the project 100A and 100B were apart of. That also meant that the death of the pervious 99 were killed on his order. They were killed 99 times because of his whims. It was a little infuriating.

The director could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to do it. 100A knew this before, but he and his sister had zero control over their own lives. It was a little pathetic, but there was nothing he could do about. He couldn't free himself better yet his sister. He was completely helpless no matter what he did.

100A thought of all of this while answering the same stupid questions his sister did, and he was infuriated because of it. But, he didn't let it show. Nothing would happen if he did. He calmed his facial expression as much as he could through all of the questions and placed the clipboard back on the ground with the pen in the clip. The white lab coat lady in the room walked over and grabbed the clipboard then walked out of the room.

After she left, 100A just sighed. He knew that the control over his life didn't exist, but he hated when he had it shoved into his face like this. But, that didn't matter now. His clipboard was taken then the lady walked out of the room meaning 100B had seen all of those questions before him. He knew that there was a chance that she thought as deeply into this as he did and came to the same conclusion. And after what happened yesterday, he was sure that coming to the conclusion affected her more then him. 100A sighed again and stood up from the floor.

100A walk around to the side of the bed and saw a blanket with sliver hair coming out from under it. Because he couldn't see her face, 100A didn't know if 100B was awake or not, but he had a feeling that she was.

"Good morning," he said in a gentle voice. 100A watched the blanket start moving until he saw his little sister's face poking out from the blanket.

"Morning," she said, quietly while dragging her words a bit. Just from this, 100A could tell that his sister wasn't in the mood for anything. Even if he offered to play a game, he was sure that she wouldn't want to. She'd rather laze around the entire day, and he was okay with doing that with her. He just hoped that she wouldn't be in this slump forever. He liked it better when she was showing her subtle expressions of annoyance and embarrassment.

"Those boxes..." she said. 100A didn't think that she was actually going to mention the gifts he hid before sleeping.

"They're gone," he immediately responded, "I hid them."

"Okay," she said.

100A knew that there was a reason for 100B mentioning the hidden gift boxes. Did she just want to know where they went since she didn't see them when she woke up? Did she want to rip he boxes and their contents apart because of what happened? Or, maybe she actually want to open one of them.

"...Do you want one?" he asked, hesitantly, wanting to cover all of his bases.

100B thought about it. She thought about what the director said before he left. That something inside of the present boxes would make her feel better. She wondered if that was really true. Was there really something that could bring her out of this slump? What could even be in one of the boxes anyway? Truth be told, she did want to open one of the boxes, only to know what was truly inside. Besides, it's not like she had any expectations for what they held anyway. After what happened before, she decided to not have expectations for anything the director did. Whether it was something good or bad, she just wasn't going to guess and expect anymore. She wasn't going to wish and hope. She decided to just wait for the outcome. It was wasting energy doing anything more then that, so she was just going to open up all of the presents to stop her assumptions.

"Let's open them," she said, taking her brother aback. 100A bent down to eye level with his sister, so she wouldn't have to look up anymore.

"Are you sure?" he asked. 100B nodded.

100A was still warry about what was in those boxes. Plus, his reason for hiding them was more then for his sister. It was for him too. 100A didn't want to keep those presents in his mind, so he hid them. Out a sight, out of mind. But now, his sister wanted to open those gifts that he really didn't want anything to do with. He didn't even want to approach the corner he hid them in, but his sister seemed to. Maybe she remembered what the director said and wanted to see if it was true? If that's the case, 100A couldn't put it past her. If someone said that to him, he would want to know what was in the boxes as well, if only to prove the person wrong. Plus, if that was what she wanted then fine he would open all of the boxes.

100A walked to the corner where he hid the gifts and pulled the sheet off from over them. One after another he grabbed a gift and brought it over to the bed in two separate piles as they seemed to actually be addressed to one of the two of them. At the end, it was an even split and one that had both of their names on it. Five boxes to 100A, five boxes to 100B, and a joint box, and they decided to open them all.

100B moved from the bead to the ground, sitting against the bed side right next to her brother with her five gifts in front of her. Then simultaneously, the two picked up the first present. They found that it was a small gift card box and really light. It was like there was nothing inside of it, but they opened the first present anyway in a way that kept the paper in tact without a rip.

After they took off the wrapping paper and opened the box, they both found that the were given two things, or more specifically, two questions that were in the little box. The questions had zero significance. They were two questions that neither 100A or 100B questioned about themselves about. Simple questions that even three year old's could answer without hesitation. The questions were 'What's your favorite color?' and 'What's your favorite animal?' Then, they were instructed to answer the question in a complete sentence.

Truth be told neither knew the answer to either question. They'd never thought about it. Neither a favorite color or animal nor did they feel like thinking about it. However, they still felt obligated to follow the part of their gift to say their favorite thing out loud, so they just said the first thing that came to mind.

"My favorite color is blue. I don't have a favorite animal"

"My favorite color is purple, and my favorite animal is a tiger."

After they said that, nothing happened. Honestly, they really didn't see the point in doing this, but it wasn't like anything was going to happen if they didn't do it. It was better to do it and figure out what the point of saying their "favorite things" out loud later. So, they went and picked up the present. The weight and size of the box was different from the one before. These two had a more weight to it and was a small sized box. Like before, they unwrapped the present carefully and took the top off of the box. Inside the box was a set of cloths. It was weird, but they were interested in the clothes. They looked at each other, then pulled the outfit out of the box.

The two outfits that 100A and 100b pulled out were matching outfits with a black and white color pallet. 100A's outfit consisted of a black shirt with a long sleeve, black and white, button up, plaid shirt and white cargo pants with a black belt. A very dangerous outfit because white was prone to staining. Plus, the feeling of the fabric felt expensive. It was soft, smooth, and the color was very pigmented.100A didn't want to imagine how much it would cost if he got a stain on the pants. 100B's outfit was matching so it looked almost the same. She had a thick strapped tang-top with the matching long sleeved plaid over shirt that wasn't button up, but a pull over. It was a shoulder-less, deep V-neck black and white plaid that tightened at the bottom of the shirt and sleeves. Like her brother, she also have white pants, but they were skinny jeans.

The next present they picked up had weight to it. It was almost the same size of the box before but had a longer length. When they unwrapped the box, they found that it was different then the first two where they would take off the top. With these two boxes the top was attached to the box on one of the long sides, and it was a flip off top. After the top got flipped off, they found a pair of black based shoes with white laces and white stiches to put the parts of the shoe together in each of the boxes. The only different between the shoes was that one of the pairs were high tops which were 100A's, and the other were low top shoes for 100B. They were shoes that completely matched to outfit set they previously unwrapped.

Both of them had to admit that the outfits were really nice. Everything was obviously made of expensive materials. There wasn't a brand on any piece of clothing, so they guessed that it was tailored which was stupid to do for casual clothes. The color pallet was nice too. It was all black and white which matched them perfectly because of their silver hair, pale skin, and obsidian eyes. Plus, the outfits matched, so they liked it even more. It seemed this actually did lighten 100B's mood a little bit. She was a little less down with a little more energy. 100A liked it too, which kind of made him angry because the director was right. Still, he was glad that his sister did look happier.

With two presents left, they decided to go for the one that had the most weight and honestly, the next gift they picked had the most weight out of all of them. And, when they opened the gift, they were surprised to find a book without a cover that has a single sticky note coming out of the side.

At first, they didn't care about the sticky note coming out of the side of the book and just flipped to the first page that wasn't a title page, but a page filled of a long list of names. Names...? Why names? The two of them immediately flipped to the page with the sticky note and found it under a word with the sticky note saying that the word belong to them. That those words were going to be their names.

The two looked at each other, then exchanged books and looked at the name. They looked at each other again, thinking about what they were just given.

Just yesterday, the director had made his sister cry, and now he was giving them names. It was more proper to say that the names came first because the gift presents did. Still, all of these different things were giving mixed feelings. It was like the director was bipolar. No, that's too extreme. The director was making himself seem like he had alexithymia but not a serious case of it. However, that didn't take away from the fact that they were given names. None of it changed the fact that they were one step closer to actually being human. Something they wanted. Plus, it was given to them by someone like their dad. Well, that's how it seemed out to be, so they were going to accept it. Everything. The questions, clothes, names. They were going to accept it all. Besides, they learned that it was disrespectful to decline a gift. If they were given something, they should accept it gracefully. So, those words were their names and the clothes were theirs's. The first two things they could call their own. It was nice.

Finally, it was was time to open the last two gifts. When they picked up the small rectangular box, they found that it had weight on it, a little more then the clothes did. The unwrapped the box again, not ripping the paper, but still in a hurry because they wanted to know what was inside.

When they got to the box and opened it, there was a nice phone, faced down with matching black and white checkered cases. The phones were mostly likely just as expensive as clothes and shoes, but before they could check it out, someone came into the room. It was the same lady from an hour earlier. It was like she was waiting for them to finish opening all of the presents.

"Time for a bath," she said, looking at the two of them.

Both brother and sister put their last gift down and walked through the door, with a little pep in their steps. Either way, it was a little clear that they liked the gifts they received.