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The Blob Study
🕑 Added 2020-07-13 19:33:38 +0000 UTC
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Week 32:
Subject’s intake remains stable at 120% higher than the average bodybuilder’s bulking diet, and weight gain continues at the pace predicted by nutritionist team, approximately 36 pounds per day. Subject reports that he is comfortable “if a little hungry” despite reaching a weight over 4 tons today at 0900 hours. Vitals are strong; no metabolic stress, subject actually appears to be in better health now than when he signed on to the project.
Interview transcript #29:
“How do you feel?” The doctor said, flipping notes on her clipboard as she walked around the subject’s body. He tried to turn toward her voice but mostly only managed to mash his doughy cheek up against his eye.
“I’m good doc, kinda hungry is all?” His pudgy hands pressing into the doughy mound of his belly fat. A faint rumble can be heard on the audio recording underpinning the subject’s comment. “Maybe confused too? I dunno, but how can I be gaining weight so fast on what I’m eating here, it’s a lot of food but like…I’m gaining a LOT of weight.”
The subject tries to turn toward the sound of the doctor’s footsteps as she examines one of the myriad fresh stretchmarks on his rump. “There are nanites in your water supply, remember?” She said, her tone light. “This study is based on the results of your nano-botanical research, they enhanced your plant’s carbon sequestration 25%. So we’ve integrated your findings and theories into our metabolic studies. The nanomachines pull CO2 from the air you breathe and convert it into lipids to be stored in your adipose tissues.”
“Oh…I guess I’d forgotten,” The subject said, looking down at his cascading folds. “Sometimes my time as a researcher has felt more like a dream since I started as the subject of this study, but I remember that now, so…the extra food is fuel for the nanites?”
“At first, yes,” The doctor said, trailing her fingertips over the subject’s wide side rolls, thicker than tractor tires. “The nanomachines require chemical energy which they get from your own metabolism. At the beginning of the experiment, we supplied you with the necessary calorie load to sustain your first dose of nanites. But, since week 15, you’ve reached an equilibrium state.”
“What does that mean?” The subject asked, shivering slightly as the doctor’s fingers skimmed over his plush folds. His expression suggested that he knew what it meant, but wanted to hear it from her to confirm his suspicions.
“That means, now the nanites can supply their own fuel using some of the carbon they sequester. We’ve maintained your current portions to help ensure you’re comfortable, rather than forcing you to spend a few weeks going hungry in order to reduce your stomach capacity.” The doctor said, once more casting an appraising eye over the subject’s vast sloping belly.
She was standing in front of him now, her gaze lingering on his legs which were steadily swallowing up his feet, and his now practically hill-sized gut. “So, since…it’s to keep me comfortable. Do you think…I could get a portion increase?” The subject asked, his cheeks flushing as another soft rumble could be heard on the audio recording.
Week 49:
Subject’s mealtime portions have been increased by 20% at each request for more food with requests at first being made every one to two days. Time between requests for larger portion sizes is decreasing steadily, by the end of week 32 requests were occurring every second day and as of last week typically every morning. Subject’s weight gain has accelerated beyond what staff nutritionists can account for due to the increased calorie load, biotech engineers posit that the nanites have been using the increased food supply to create higher efficiency fuels. Air composition sensors show a significant increase to the amount of CO2 the subject pulls out of the air as well. Subject’s weight now measures well over 12,000 pounds, and increases by an average of 50 pounds every 28 hours.
Interview Log:
“Is your current meal size satisfactory?” The doctor asked, her tone somewhere between bemused and impressed.
“Mmph…” The subject groaned, gulping down a large mouthful as the pneumatic arms which fed him began to retract. “Well, I’m not…as hungry anymore.”
A smile quirked the doctor’s lips as the subject’s plump cheeks reddened. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about wanting more to eat, the research team wants you as comfortable and happy as possible.”
The subject wiggled a little, his extremely well padded arms moving in what might have been a sheepish way if they weren’t completely overladen with flab to the point of nearly complete immobility. His pudgy fingers fidgeted, now the only parts of him capable of independent movement. “Well, I could…I could do with a little more to eat.”
Week 56:
Subject has been moved to a second, dedicated facility, by the research foundation. Located near a major population center to take advantage of his now very impressive carbon sequestration capabilities. Subject now consuming 55 pounds of food an average of six times a day, and gaining an average of 116 pounds every 25 hours. Bioengineering team now integrating a recursive AI into the nanomachines with subject’s consent. Software engineering and Psychology research departments excited by the prospect of direct neural communication between a natural intelligence and an artificial one.
Interview Log:
The doctor enters a converted aircraft hangar and looks over the mass in front of her. The subject is now larger than a two story cottage house. “Good morning, is your breakfast to your liking.”
The subject doesn’t answer, the pneumatic arms continue to press food into his mouth and he continues to gulp it down like a man starving. The doctor scribbles a note on the papers she’s carrying and walks to a bank of computers where readouts display the subject’s vitals, a video feed of his face, and screens for inputting command codes to the nanomachines’ AI.
The cursor flashes on the command screen without the doctor touching it. ‘It’s delicious, doctor!’ The words appear, staying for a few seconds while the doctor reads them with a surprised expression on her face, and then disappear. ‘I hope it’s not rude of me to “text”…I can’t seem to stop eating.’ This message is appended with an embarrassed smiley face emoji.
“So, you’re able to use the nanomachine AI to enter text to our mainframe?” The doctor asks, sounding impressed.
‘Yeah and not just text, commands too…I didn’t realize I could until a few days ago. When I was thinking about how I was still hungry, and then the feeder arms started working faster.’ Another embarrassed emoji accompanies this message. ‘I hope that’s alright!’
“Don’t worry! This is excellent news!” The doctor replies smiling up at the camera which will transmit her image to a screen above the subject’s face during conversation. “Engineering and research will be thrilled with this development.”
Week 61:
Subject’s appetite and capacity for food continue to increase steadily. Likely a result of the new recursive AI allowing the subject to communicate directly with the research facility mainframe and his nanites which in turn seems to allow him to adapt his body, metabolism, and internal organs in real time. There is still no evidence of any metabolic syndrome or other organ system stress in the subject’s body despite his weight having soared to over 35 tons at this morning’s measurement. Atmospheric composition sensors show a 300% increase in carbon sequestration over the last month. Monitoring of the nearby metropolitan area shows significant reduction in smog and PPM of the most common atmospheric carbon compounds.
After requesting more frequent physical contact subject’s psychiatric wellness research group suggested hand washing of his body, which subject accepted; staff hygiene volunteers report numerous “patches” on the subject’s epidermis which resemble permanent IV ports and circuitry.
Interview Log:
The aircraft hangar has been modified twice since the last official research and wellness interview. The subject currently covers a third of the floor space, and the pneumatic feeding apparatus now includes several tubes of varying thickness; the largest of which is currently pumping a thick and incredibly high calorie paste into the subject’s mouth. The doctor walks past the massive slope of the subject’s girth to the computer terminals, then speaks into the microphone.
“Psychology and wellness reports that you’re feeling better, that’s good.” She says jovially, smiling toward the camera and the video feed of the subject’s face. His features are becoming very squished in by the amount of fat that his face has accumulated, but his lips curve in a clear smile around the nozzle of his tube.
‘Yes! Thank you so much, I was worried no one would want to…touch me.’ The subject’s nearly mountainous body shifts in what might be a show of discomfiture, the bean-bag sized blubbery mounds of his cheeks turn a little pink, ‘But everyone on the hygiene team is so nice! I was…pretty surprised when Andi asked to hang out with me after their shift was done. I had a great time talking to them!’
“I don’t see why you’re surprised, you are very charming.” The doctor says, her tone a little playful, her smile getting wider as she notices the subject’s blush darkening. “To business though, did you instruct your nanites to create the ports and organic circuitry?” She asks after a moment.
‘Well, I was thinking about how I could help improve the experiment’s efficiency, I started looking up carbon sequestration structures and plant anatomy and physiology. I was going to email the bioengineering team with my thoughts but then it just kind of started happening.’ The mountain of a man shifts again, a nervous smile emoji appears on the screen. ‘I probably should have tried to stop it until the changes had been approved by Research and Development.’
“Oh don’t worry about that. The modifications have dramatically increased the efficiency of your carbon sequestration and honestly, we really should have had you officially added to all of the research teams before now, this was based on some of your own work after all.” The doctor says, her tone matter-of-fact.
Week 63:
Subject has now grown large enough to cover approximately three quarters of the new facility’s floor space as of this morning’s measurements. Research foundation headquarters has authorized the start of ongoing facility improvements to ensure the subject remains comfortable and does not outgrow his lodgings. Growth models show a marked acceleration in the subject’s weight gain, with an addition of an average of 436 pounds of new adipose tissue every 19 hours. Atmospheric sensors now show a constant inflow of carbon rich air through the facility’s ventilation system, leading the engineering teams to begin work on maximizing this phenomenon. Bioengineering posits that the nano-IV/circuitry patches, which as of this morning are significantly more numerous, help to create a steep concentration gradient of low CO2 compound concentration close to the subject’s skin which drives this influx. Requests for increased feeding now occur every 5 hours as of the previous week.
Interview Log:
“The research project is a resounding success!” The doctor reported, looking up at the subject who was now fat enough that he could cover three modest sized houses. “Atmospheric and weather monitoring equipment have measured a reduction in average temperature of nearly half a degree Celsius in this area since we started the project. With your help maybe we can actually slow the progression of Global Climate change!”
‘That’s amazing!’ The words flash up on the computer screen very quickly, the massively obese man is clearly thrilled to hear this news. His incredibly thick soft rolls ripple and bounce as he wiggles excitedly. It’s even harder to tell now, but the doctor is fairly certain that there’s a huge grin on the subject’s face, at least as much of a grin as can be managed with the nearly mattress sized mounds of flab that his cheeks have grown into and around the ever present tube pumping his high calorie shake into his belly. ‘I always hoped I could make a difference for the world!’
A few tears track down his colossally corpulent cheeks, ‘Thank you so much for this opportunity, I really, really hope that I can keep cleaning up the atmosphere and improve the lives of billions!’
The End?
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