Race: Slime (honey)
Age: Only a few months
Gender: No gender
Build: Amorphous
Hometown: Cloudsdale laboratories
Occupation: None
Cutie mark: None
Talent: None
Sexuality: Asexual
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Appearance:She's a golden puddle of honey that has the ability to take shape of most creatures, but only at her current size. Size depends on amount eaten and processed. She is mostly opaque and prefers the shape of a pudgy mare. She is constantly dripping honey from her body. A dark nucleus can be seen in the middle of her body if looked at hard enough.
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Personality:A little wary of others, can function on her own and live a normal life, but due to her limited knowledge of the world and basic everyday living, she attaches herself to others like a pet.
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Cutie mark meaning:N/A
Talent expanded:N/A
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Likes:Sugary foods of all kinds, warm weather, cuddling
Hates:Rain, snow, anything that tries to eat her
Flaws:Knows next to nothing about the world. Requires a helping hand to learn anything.
Strengths:Very durable, cautious of her surroundings.
Fears:Not finding her 'parents'
Other:Enjoys taking others' shape.
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Bio:Creating a self-fueling organism.
Day 1: The experiment was a success so far! I have an organism that is clearly alive. I have engineered it with a large black core and some miniscule tendrils, which are already moving on their own, albeit sluggish. During the creation process, I attempted to 'program' it with a sense of adaptability. Our hopes are to create a being that could create its own food source by ingesting normally inedible materials and essentially transforming it into a nutritious food source, much like digestion.
Day 2: I was certainly glad to find the organism alive and... well? I can't really tell. But I did notice that it was using it's tendrils to slowly make its way around the containment center. Every time it ran into a wall, it would stop, feel around, then continue on it's way. It was exploring it's surroundings much faster than anticipated. Since even synthetic organisms need to eat, I left it some nutrition pellets in the corner of it containment area.
Day 3: Very strange results. The food pellets have been eaten, but the organism left behind a sticky residue that we could not identify. Maybe it's some sort of waste? I wiped down the containment area, as well as the organism itself. Some of the residue was difficult to clean, as if it was clinging to the organism's core. I'll try a different food in larger amounts tomorrow. Maybe I'll see some different results.
Day 4: Just as I thought. The organism ate all of it's meal, with much more residue present. What baffled me was it looked like the organism was using the residue to move itself around the containment area much faster than it's miniature tendrils. I'm no longer considering the residue waste, but more of a malleable exoskeleton created from it's food. I'm not sure if it actually needs food to survive, at least not how creatures normally need it. Still, it's further proof that adaptability has been successfully engineered into it's DNA.
Day 10: I've made sure to keep it's size in check, not letting it get any bigger than my hoof. It has become more used to it's exoskeleton, making it's movement and consumption rate much faster. I moved away from the nutrition pellets and tried out salty and sweet foods separately, to see which one it can process faster. So far it's favoring the sweet food more than salty. I might bring some syrup or something, to see if using a thick liquid speeds up the process.
Day 11: All I had was honey at my place, but it was a good choice. I squeezed a little onto the core after I wiped it clean and I swear, I have never seen the tendrils move faster. It was frantic in it's attempt to gather it all and instead of the usual clear residue, it seemed to have been replaced by the honey itself. Safe to say I've found its favorite food.
Day 22: I have attempted to have the organism process plastic and metal, with no luck. I had to try to satisfy the boss. Seems like it can only process foods that are edible, or at least capable of decomposition. It also ingested wood, but very slowly and it actually lost interest, searching around the containment area for another food source. I also note that it has memorized the genetic makeup of honey somehow, since any food I give it is turned into the amber liquid. Very interesting.
Day 25: I came to work today to find the organism using a larger tendril made of honey to reach items outside of it's containment area. It was able to get hold of my lunch, which I had foolishly left behind; a tasty little pasta dish that I was looking forward to finishing. There was enough in the dish to let the organism grow as large as a pony's head. It might come in handy later, but I'm keeping my distance when I'm not in a HAZMAT suit. I caught it reaching for me and I don't feel like being it's dinner.
Day 34: Major progress. I found the new intern, a young unicorn mare, speaking to the organism. She claims that it had actually responded visually, as if it recognized speech, but not necessarily understanding it. The most bizarre thing was that the organism actually copied the mare's face and shifted her molecules to look like her. So it can shape shift at a basic level. I tried showing it a few pictures of animals and watched as it formed a very shaky mouse. How does it see with no eyes? Anatomy is next on the list. Wouldn't it be amazing if it could speak?
Day 57: I've been busy. I've had the intern transferred to my project, with her consent of course. It seems that the organism enjoys her presence, as well as mine. The intern referred to the organism as 'Sugar Drop'. She thought it was fitting as she held a nervous smile. The organism Sugar Drop seems to enjoy its her new name, so we'll keep it as such. Not sure if she's displaying real emotions or simply copying them. STILL not sure how Sugar can see, even though she has formed a strange likeness of eyes on her face.
Day 59: She spoke! Sugar's first word that she uttered was 'food'. Not terribly surprised, but thanks to the anatomy lessons, Sugar modified parts of her body to mimic a voice box. Interesting that she can solidify parts of her exoskeleton. I had her form wings and a horn, separately at first, then together to see how long it would last. Maybe it's part of a defensive measure? Also, her emotions are far too precise to be fake. We've gone through happiness and sadness so far, with great success. She's progressing so much faster than I anticipated.
Day 62: Sugar is very... cuddly, apparently. Last night, the intern was attempting to teach her new words when the creature launched herself at the mare. The intern freaked out at first, but later reported that she didn't feel any burning sesnation, but instead saw Sugar smile and she hugged her. The creature even 'licked' her cheek with a tongue made of honey. I tried for myself, sticking my hoof in front of Sugar. She looked at my hoof for a second, then enveloped it, but no burning sensation accompanied the contact. Truly astonishing.
Day 63: Sugar has expressed an interest in flying. She watches the local pegasi academy train from the window with the eagerness of a child, but I don't have the heart to tell her she can't do what they do. I have to coax her away from the window whenever we have more tests, but she never stays sad for long. Today, we'll try teaching her 'fear'. She needs to learn that one more than any other.
Day 64: I was pulled out of my lab yesterday before I could teach Sugar much of 'fear'. Apparently, my boss thinks that the intern and I have gotten far too attached to the 'experiment'. The mare was transferred to another project and I was ordered to... terminate the experiment. It seems that more research is no longer needed. Sugar keeps asking for her 'mommy', just like a foal would. I did forget to mention that, didn't I? Sugar referred to us as 'mommy and daddy'. A cute but depressing moment. I wanted to argue, but my continued employment was threatened. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll...
Day 65: I left the window open last night before I left. When I came in this morning, Sugar was gone. No doubt that her curiosity and love of flying led her out the window. My boss called me 'cold-hearted', with a smile no less, but little does that bastard know that Sugar's core is
Read the forum rules. near indestructible. Even a fall from Cloudsdale wouldn't put a dent in her. By the time he reads this, that poor creature will have landed safely and my resignation will have been processed. Good luck, Sugar.