Peridot Gemling Abuse

>you're a lab technician working for the US government
>the ATAA, to be exact
>That's Alien Technology Applications Agency
>right now your team's working with the products of gems' analog to sexual reproduction
>"Gemlings", you like to call them
>They're just tiny copies of the "mother" gem, except much stupider and weaker
>you'd call them babies but you don't like to compare these... things to humans
>until now you'd have to rely on any stray gem monsters that were picked up for your subjects
>recently, however your field guys stumbled upon a gold mine
>a fully functional gem, just walking along the road in the middle of the night
>presumably a recent addition to Earth from the battle over Beach City
>your bosses were keeping a close eye on that, but they don't like to risk their own people when it's not necessary
>it tried to put up a fight at first, but your field agents' personal long-range gem disruptors quickly put a stop to that
>it calls itself "Peridot", but you've been told to refer to it as MBET-01
>it's not like their actual composition actually matches any known earth minerals, anyway
>your team's already done tests on that
>anyway, the most recent batch of gemlings just came in from MBET-01
>there's actually a surplus of the little things
>apparently one of the effects of forced mating with a corrupted gem beast is a large increase in fertility
>interesting
>in no time at all it's the end of the day
>you were told that the preliminary experiments were promising, but it'll still take more time to get any results
>there's still the matter of the left over gemlings, however
>no one has any use for those right now, and you can't have them reaching adulthood
>so you've been tasked with staying late and disposing of them
>gem shards have many practical applications in human technology
>most noticeably in harvesting the practically unlimited energy they seem to produce, which is impossible in fully-formed gems due to their complexity
>this is a perfect use for these unneeded gemlings

>you reach into their little containment box and take one out
>it's a little bigger than a newborn puppy, and strongly resembles it's "mother"
>it even has a tiny little jumpsuit on
>the thing looks up at you with its tiny green frown and soulless black eyes
>you carefully place the little green devil into the restraint harness and strap it in
>unfortunately since the gem is located on its forehead you're unable to strap down its head without obstructing your aim
>this is going to make things a bit more difficult
>as soon as the tiny little gem is strapped in it starts looking around and squirming anxiously
>"Mummy? Where mummy?!", it chirps out
>"Your mother will be here soon, just as long as you sit very still", you tell it
>"NO! Want mummy now!", it screams
>you sigh and pick up your hammer
>it's pretty simple but you think it'll get the job done
>you raise it above your head and take careful aim
>which is pretty difficult since the gemling has begun shaking its head back and forth and crying for its mother
>"MUMMY! MUMMY, WHERE YOU? MUMMY!"
>you take a few more seconds to steady your aim
>and then you swing your arm down as hard as you can
>as the hammer makes contact you feel the dull impact of flesh and hear the cracking of bones
>damn it
>you swung too low and hit its jaw
>it looks like the impact snapped the left mandible completely off the skull
>right now its hanging off the right side of the gemling's face as the left side is ripped open and starting to expel dark green blood
>guess these holographic bones aren't so strong during the gems' developmental period
>"SQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEE!", screams the gemling. "'OMMMYYYYYYYY! OMMMMMMMYYYYY ELLLLLLP!"
>you really wish that injury had forced it into its gem
>unfortunately according to the experimenters' tests earlier today it looks like gemlings' bodies aren't completely able to go into their gems
>maybe in order to facilitate psychological development?
>but you can't think about that now
>this screaming is hardly bearable
>suddenly you notice a jug of bleach on the table adjacent to you
>you get an idea
>no harm in testing out these things' reactions to strong bases
>you grab the jug and unscrew the plastic cap
>carefully you start to pour bleach down the screaming gemling's smashed open maw
>just like that the annoying screaming turns into relatively quiet gurgling
>you pick up your hammer again as the tiny alien squeezes its eyes shuts and shakes its body in pain while the strong bleach begins to burn its insides
>roughly grabbing a tuft of its diamond-shaped hair to hold its head still, you quickly bring your hammer down upon the green stone embedded upon its head
>you hear a satisfying "clink!" and feel your hammer bounce off of a hard object
>the impact has created a large hairline crack in the gem, you're pretty sure one more whack will finish it off
>as a result of the crack the gemling has begun rapidly twitching as its limbs and body start to flicker in and out
>"'u-'ummy" it hoarsely stutters as it coughs up some more bleach
>you lift up your arm once more and swiftly smash the hammer into the green jewel, cracking it clean down the middle
>the undeveloped gem's body finally disappears forever with a puff of green smoke
>you set to work on further breaking up the remains of the gem into smaller shards, at least a dozen more gemlings ahead of you
>this is going to be a long night
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