"Are you sure?" Nora asked as Mathew lay on the small board in front of her, "I... Just want to be clear, there is absolutely no anesthetic that will work on you. Your blood isn't even close to human..."

"I've had worse." Mat replied, his arms spread out before the scientist.

"You are a sentient being... Intergalactic law requires that I do nothing that will cause permanent damage to you... If you don't come back after this, I'll lose my licence to practice medicine and study interplanetary species." She replied, somewhat worried but strangely intrigued by his willingness to sacrifice himself to science - and her. Nora casually brought a mask over her face, strapping it on as she looked down to the little being on the table in front of her.

"I will come back... So you can tell me all about what you find when I do return."

"I'll try to be as humane as possible, but... I mean, for the best results you have to be alive." Nora replied, pulling out a pair of blue gloves as she spoke. "Alright... Beginning audio and visual recording of the procedure... Now..."

"Intergalactic Space Station - Earth Orbit. 06-27-2408." She began in a very professional, emotionless tone. "Doctor Nora Cline beginning vivisection of a humanoid species. Blood suggests fabrication over biological reproduction... Creature reporting it's designation as 'Mathew' claims to be from Earth circa 2016 CE. Cerebral scans show no neural activity, body scans show organs that resemble that of a human but may not function in the same respect. Subject has given consent to proceed with Vivisection claiming immortality, upon death the individual's consciousness will return at a later time in a body identical to its own with all current memories. Subject, please give confirmation now..."

"I consent to vivisection and eventual death, and have returned to life hundreds of times before. This will be no different, please continue..." Mathew said in the same tone.

"Restraining the subject now... Please stay still." Nora said as she gently tugged Mathew's legs to the side, spreading them out slightly.

When he was spread out in the shape of an X, she brought a needle to his right ankle and quickly pressed it into his skin. To her surprise, when the needle hit the board below, Mathew let out a gentle moan as oppose to a scream of pain. The arousal between his legs responded as well, something she noted immediately. She did the same thing for his wrists and his last remaining ankle, leaving him laying on the board pinned down violently like an insect or a frog about to be studied.

"Subjects response to pain appears to invoke pleasure. Ongoing cerebral monitoring shows significant activity... Beginning attempt to extract reproductive fluid."

She brought a small q-tip like stick toward Mathew's pulsing arousal. Slowly she touched it to the vein underneath, stroking up to the tip before sliding it back down. She watched a small screen to her side as a scan of his neural activity - produced by the board he was pinned to - lit up immensely.

"The only thing that causes the subject's brain to react is stimulation by pain or pleasure. Speaking, thinking, and preforming other tasks have no affect on the subject's neural networks." She said coldly.

Mathew gasped, biting his lower lip as she assaulted his tiny arousal. It was unrelenting, the soft caress of cotton caused his body to quake and quiver. Every so often, she would trail the tip of the cotton up his abdomen to stimulate him even more.

"The way the energy is being transferred to his brain seems to suggest a storage mechanism. Excess energy actually seems to be radiating from his skin as well, the waves he's producing are strange... I hypothesize that this energy may affect others near him as well, but that will be an experiment for another time if he does return." She replied, somewhat smirking behind her mask. She brought a magnifying glass over his position, looking through it to the arousal she was stimulating.

After a few more minutes, Mathew achieved his state of ecstasy - before finally, he did it. He hadn't been able to actually produce anything this way for anyone else, no matter how long he was stimulated... Even spending years being assaulted in a Jester's shoe didn't cause him to do this, but strangely - here, he was able to. Why... A white liquid spurt from the tip of his arousal onto the cotton, which immediately sent all the data to a display on her computer.

"Hmm..." She said, setting the electronic q-tip aside. Mathew gasped, breathing heavily - It wasn't relief, he just produced... Something. He was still overwhelmed with pleasure, which wasn't going away. "Substance produced holds no reproductive qualities. No sperm cells, but it does contain proteins and it's consistency is more of a pure liquid than that of normal human reproductive fluids. Furthermore, his neural activity has not dropped after climax and his body appears to be producing more of the substance already. Beginning vivisection, now..."

Just then, she reached for a medical cutter. With the press of a small button the edge came out much like that of a box cutter. It wasn't the most precise medical tool, but it was what she had at her disposal now. She brought the blade to the center of Mathew's chest, setting it directly on his sternum with enough pressure to draw blood... His reactions were still strange.

"It is my hypothesis that whatever has created this being is using it for energy gathering of some sort. The energy it is producing is strange as well, while I can detect it, I cannot understand what the energy is exactly... It appears to radiate more when he is being physically harmed, suggesting that the sexual attraction to physical abuse and death he experiences is programmed in to achieve this goal. The more pain..." As though she were punctuating the sentence with it, she pressed the blade into his chest. It snapped his sternum easily, and she slowly drug it down his body nearly to his arousal. "The more of this strange energy he produces."

She used the blade on his sides as well, going from just beneath his armpit down his ribcage. The goal was to break each rib so that she could open his chest and peek inside...

"Switching scans to detect minute amounts of this... Zeta Energy." she said as she swapped tools to a pair of small, metal tweezers. With them, she gripped each side of his chest and slowly opened it up to reveal his working organs inside. His tiny lungs filled and exhaled, she could see his itty bitty heart pump whatever liquid was in his body around. "Current scans are picking up Zeta Energy in what passes for this creature's bloodstream, indicating that the blood may be a carrier for the energy throughout his body."

Slowly, she used the tweezers to pull apart his intestine from his stomach. With the tweezers in her right hand, she casually pulled the severed sample out of his body and set it in one of the test-tube vials to the side.

"I'm going to try something..." She said softly, before moving onto his lungs. Carefully, she pinched the little air pockets and pulled them out - severing them both from his body. Mathew looked like he was gasping for air like a fish out of water, but of course, he couldn't get any. She looked to her watch, seeing as the time passed slowly. "Switching back to neurological scans..."

Gently, she used a new swab to rub along the underside of his arousal and watched as the scans lit up. He was past the point where he could do anything, his body no longer moved - he didn't respond anymore. Anyone who didn't have sophisticated technology would think him to be dead. His heart slowly stopped pumping blood, organs began to shut down... However, his little brain was still active - collecting the 'Zeta Energy' she had named earlier.

"Interesting..." She said, looking down to Mathew. "I do not expect a response now, but when you return - If you can still hear me, and feel this, let me know..." She continued to stroke his little arousal, watching the scans continue lighting up.

She was right. He was still very much alive, but the lack of air immobilized him. He was a doll to her now... Staring blankly with drying eyes up at the giant woman who was ripping him apart. Piece by piece, he could still hear her - he could still do everything... After a few more small 'removals', she curiously brought a small piece of paper toward Mathew's nose. He wasn't sure what was on it, but he watched.

"Can you smell this? Again, respond when you return..."

He could. He could still smell, even without air passing through his lungs. It smelled like fruit, but why would he be able to smell like this?

Finally, it was time for the end... She brought the knife to his forehead, cutting open the tiny's skull. He was still alive even to that point, watching as she cut him to pieces and pulled him apart. One vial for each major organ, including his brain...

After that though, there wasn't much left to do. She took the empty carcass, after having scanned all of his veins, vessels, nerves, and everything else she could, and set it in its own vial. It was first... She filled the vial with a liquid and inserted a small tool into the vial. She then ground the remains into a paste, breaking it down into its base elements for further study. She did this to every piece of his body, every little organ - If he did return, she would be able to use him again for more solidified samples.

He was gone, back to the cosmos to another world - Another reality, another death...