A/N - I was recently ask to translate this FF into English (from Danish) and publish it here. I hope you like it and if you want me to continue please review and add this to your story alert :) I don't to translate an entire story for one person as long as I know that they are enjoying it.
It is rated M due to violent actions and sexual content later. But most of it will be like a rated T story.
This is only a preface and the story itself is rather long but I find myself that it has certain elements that I missed in the post-game experience. Like what if Adam had another choice to back to the normal world.
Please enjoy.
"What do you choose?" Eliza Cassan's voice leaves echoes in his ears. "Please choose."
"I don't think I can." Adam answered as he looks at the bottoms. There are three before him and one at the end of a corridor to the side. "It isn't my choice to make." But for some reason, Adam was one of the few who could.
"It is." Eliza replies. Ironically, she sounds more human when broadcasting and more robotic when not. Adam frowns. Eliza explained that Darrow's message reveals the whole truth behind recent events (including the Illuminati's involvement), warning of the dangers of augmentation and urging humanity to cast it aside. "Is this what you will choose?" She asked and he shacked his head.
David Sarif has a different message in mind and wants to frame Humanity Front for the signal broadcast, thus turning the tide against the purists and paving the way for further development of augmentation technology. "Is this what you will choose?" She asked. He rolled his eyes.
Bill Taggart (who represented the Illuminati) wanted to expose most of the truth behind recent events, excluding any reference to the Illuminati's involvement, thus leading to increased regulation of augmentation technology and therefore a significant reduction to the threat it poses to the Illuminati's continued control.
Adam sighed deeply. There was also a fourth option as Eliza explained: it would cause the Panchaea facility to self-destruct, thus killing all of the gathered world leaders there - Sarif, Taggart, Darrow, and even Adam himself. This would free mankind and allow it to make up its own mind about augmentation, without anyone spinning events to further their own agenda.
"You are asking me to play God." He tries to control his temper. He wasn't used to been trapped. The world and its people flashed before his revival as he stared into the computer program that was Eliza Cassan. Despite not being an actual human being, Eliza seemed to have a fair range of emotions, such as what could be described as confusion and shame that she had helped and assisted in hiding the Sarif scientists.
"God." Eliza nods.
"There must be another solution!" He bursts out, stirring into the screen. "I'm not afraid of dying but I sacrifice other people so mankind can forget." He paused. "It is not my place to judge."
She pauses. "Would you then have the strength to carry mankind's burden in your shoulders?"
"What?"
"I can give you a fifth choice."
"And what would that contain." He narrowed his eyes as they were hidden behind the black shades.
"You. Just you." Eliza answered.
"Jensen!" Somebody yelled his name into his ear. He doesn't even try to open his eyes. "Jensen! Where are you?! Answer me!" The sound of Pritchard's voice made him groan as he tried to take in his surroundings.
"Pritchard?" His voice was lower than he expected.
"Jensen? Thank God! Are you alright?" Adam doesn't say anything at first but coughs as he tried to sit up. He was still in the control room. Had he passed out? "Jensen! Talk to me!"
"Keep your voice down." Adam snared a little. He had a massive headache and the room was showered with light. "Pritchard?" He says as he frowns. "Am I still on the Panchaea?"
"Yes you are. Had you expected to be somewhere else?" The tech said and Adam could sense his smile.
"I am not sure." He answered as he tried to stand.
"Jensen? What happened? I lost your signal for two minutes after afterwards you didn't react." Pritchard asked in a concerted voice. Adam looked down at his augmented fingers, trying to move them, but he couldn't.
"Pritchard, I think that some of my augment parts are damaged. Can you run a check from where you are?" Adam's voice can't hide the sudden fear that has attacked his body and for a moment even Francis is silent. "Pritchard? Pritchard are you there?"
"Yes. Oh yes I'm sorry. Give me a moment." Adam could hear the keys on Pritchard's keyboard as he awaited for the results. "Jensen?" Pritchard said suddenly.
"Yes?"
"Do you feel hot?"
Adam frowned for a moment. "What?"
"According to my reading you have been in connection with a lot of electrics. Some of your minor parts are fried." Pritchard explained. "How are you feeling?"
"It feels like I have some serious hangovers." Now that Pritchard mentioned it Adam began to feel the heat. "Can you send me some co-ordinances so I can find a way out of here?" He asked.
"Can't you just go back from where you came?" Pritchard asked.
Adam swallowed and almost whispered. "I… I can't remember the way…" Five seconds later the exit co-ordinance was on display in his glasses. Lucky that they were still working as he with unsure steps followed the small arrows on his screen. Five steps later he had to sit down on the floor. Exhaustion hit him like a baseball bat in the head as he knew that this would be a challenge. "Pritchard?"
"Yes?"
"Is the others still alive?" His voice was raw.
"You mean Sarif and the others? Yes they are." He made a small pause. "They are outside on the platform waiting for you."
"Roger that." He tried to stand again. Zhao's body was still lying on the floor and Adam could to a small extent smell her burned flesh. For a moment he wanted to take a deep breath but decided not to. What had happened to him? He couldn't remember what he had done for last couple of hours. Of course he thought to himself. He had been unconscious. As he walked he looked down a corridor he felt an urged need to scream, this feeling that something unexplainable was wrong. It brought him back to the time he had been augmented. "No, no, no." He said to himself. "Not now." The pain he had felt was strong and heavy, but compared to this it was nothing. He wasn't only aching physically but only mentally.
Walking down the corridor the radio system suddenly started. Somebody was trying to say something, but the signal was too bad to make anything coherent out of it. He sat down again, fearing that he would faint if he didn't. His hands were beginning to shake. Maybe it was the adrenaline in his body he was reacting to? His head started to hurt even more as he tried to move it from side to side. God his body was stiff. He could barely move. Maybe if he crawled? He felt pathetic just thinking about it but he really didn't have much of a choice.
A choice? That word suddenly hunted his mind and widened his eyes as a small series of pictures flashed before his eyes. He made a choice before he feel unconscious, but what was it? The images didn't have a theme or any specific connection to his person but he suddenly felt… sad… lost… unable? What was this? He needed to get out of there. When he finally reached the platform outside his legs cracked under him and he fell to the ground surface, leaving a big sound of augmentations smashing against the metal surface. "Adam!" The sound had caught some ones attention.
He tried to look up but he couldn't. "Boss?" He voice was low, almost like it was out of battery. His face was against the ground and he began to feel his body getting hotter despite the fact that it was snowing. "Pritchard?! It is getting warmer…! Do something!" He shouted in his microphone, causing the few people around him to step back.
"I can't! Your augmentations aren't reacting!" Pritchard answered in panic. "Try and roll on to your back!"
"Adam!" It was David's voice again. He and two others turned Adam so he was lying on his back, facing up in the sky.
His arms feel dead to the ground. He couldn't move, paralyzed, helpless as an infant. "Pritchard… It is.. getting harder… to… breath…." His raw voice had special tone to it. It was fear. He wanted to move his hand to his chest, but couldn't. Nothing wanted to move.
"Adam, listen to me." David said in horror as he watching his chief of security lying on the ground. "The helicopter is on its way. Stay with us!" The ex-swat didn't answer but could feel his body letting go and he was unconscious once more.