Under the buzz of the dim light lay a small mouse. Just eight months old he shriveled his body against the unforgiving metal that shook him. The door from across the room unlocked and opened. Subject 243 felt his fear scratch and crawl up his spine. 

        “We have three tests to complete today, Doctor Bryan. Each one of them is for Calvin Klein.” Announced an assistant. The lab scientist rarely pays attention to his peers as if he stayed in his own world. He preferred to separate himself from his work. 

        “Prepare six mice. We will be testing their fabric dye.” Muttered Doctor Bryan. Carefully he slid his cold hands into bright blue surgeon gloves. His assistant gently picked up and carried Subject 243 to a small white box on a stainless steel table. Beside the box resided multiple surgeon tools and a brown pair of electric clippers.

         “Easy there,” spoke the assistant softly. “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” The mouse could barely hear nor understand the woman talking to him. It sounded like groans of foreign speech he never could comprehend. No comfort was found in her words. By this time the scientist had been slowly gliding the blade up Subject 243’s spine. Blood surged through the mouse’s body. High pitched screeching filled the room enough to make someone go deaf.

        “Hand me the fluid.” Said Doctor Bryan in a demanding but calm tone. The assistant nodded and briefly left the area of the room to gather what he had asked for. In the few moments that the doctor was left isolated with the test subject he lightly traced over where he had made the previous cuts to the subject's fur. A complicated expression was painted on his face. Before he could marinate enough in his own choices the assistant was back at the table. She had a syringe on a neat metal tray with a sort of paper on the bottom. The liquid contained in the syringe was an ominous gray color.

        “Perfect.” The scientist said with a deep sigh. The needle was placed carefully near the arch of the mouse’s back; trembling with fear so hard it was difficult for the scientist to keep the needle straight. The fluid was dispersed on the subject's sensitive pink skin and immediately something had smelt as if it were burning. A curdling screech came from the small white box however both the scientist and the assistant had mute expressions. The entire shaved area was burning red with bumps forming on the top of the skin. 

“Variable inconsistent, unusable.” The scientist mumbled as he wrote down the results of his test.

 “Bring six more subjects in we have to test again. They’ve been difficult with receiving new synthetics.” The assistant nodded and headed out of the room to complete what he had asked. The scientist had been very aware of the fact that the mouse was already beginning to slip away. However it didn’t phase him anymore. He believed that in order to improve the world we all had to make sacrifices. In this case though the improvement was a new dye used for underwear. The cold basket comforted Subject 243 as he pushed the final breath from his body. In his little mind rang words he couldn’t ever say. 

“Please, let death be kinder than man.”