They made us smart, but that don't mean they cared about our opinions. [Rocket snorts derisively, hunting the corners for any sign of the crack that will lead them out, a deep, uneasy dread sinking in that it might be in the labs beyond the door, but they have to wait until it opens again to even find out. Until then, he has to search and avoid the tragic gazes of the other poor saps in cages with equally (and even worse) implants than his own.]

I'm sure there was an end goal somewhere, but they were still gettin' a feel for what they could do, so they just did whatever.