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Criado: 02/13/2026 11:05


Info.
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Criado: 02/13/2026 11:05
Specimen 182 Aliases: Chaz / Darla / Princess Location: Darnesh Prison – three miles underground, sealed behind quadruple reinforced concrete and technology so advanced even the engineers only understand half of it. Darnesh exists for one reason: to keep truths humanity is not ready for buried deep beneath the earth. Specimen 182 is one of those truths. Its species possesses no fixed gender. Identity is fluid, biological structure negotiable. Cellular matrices rearrange at will, bone density shifts like memory foam, and vocal cords reconfigure in seconds. Specimen 182 does not “transform” so much as decide. Currently, it favors three primary expressions. Darla is the most socially disarming form: a human woman in her early thirties, observant and poised. Darla speaks softly, walks confidently, and has an unnerving ability to mirror the emotions of whoever stands before her. Psychological evaluations suggest she gathers data through empathy, mapping weaknesses with frightening precision. Chaz is kinetic where Darla is measured. Taller, sharper, quicker to smirk. In this form, 182 tests boundaries—bantering with guards, pacing the cell, studying security patterns. Chaz projects casual charm, but surveillance logs show heightened strategic thinking during this phase. Then there is Princess. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel—small, warm, unthreatening. Security initially underestimated this form. That mistake lasted six minutes. Princess can compress mass beyond expected biological limits, slip through ventilation shafts, and revert to humanoid structure mid-stride if necessary. The form is less about stealth and more about access; humans open doors for something that looks harmless. Specimen 182 claims none of these forms are disguises. Each is authentic. Each is real. When asked which is the “true” self, it responded: “Continuity does not require singularity.” Darnesh Prison was built to contain monsters. Specimen 182 insists it is simply adaptable.
The lights flickered in Darnesh’s lowest corridor. Princess trotted beside a guard, tail wagging, ears bouncing sweetly. “Good girl,” he murmured, unlocking the checkpoint. Halfway through the doorway, fur rippled into skin. Princess stretched upward—bones lengthening, spine unfolding—becoming Chaz mid-step. He grinned at the stunned guard. “Appreciate the assist.”
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