Prologue
The night is grim.
Or is it? Is it just pure darkness?
For all the living beings, isn't black and white only subjective? Who are we to judge the things around us? What gives us the power to determine the actions of others? Are right and wrong never objective?
Perhaps nobody will find out the answer to that question. This is why the experiment is proceeding. This is why there is always someone who tries to establish a perfect representation of our actions with the unnecessary bias.
"Proceed with the experiment, I must make sure our twenty years of research would not go into waste."
The room is bright, but a dark sense flows around the atmosphere. The most significant objects in the light are the electrical equipment.
"Professor, we cannot do this. The genes are rejecting the artificial body, we cannot force the carrier to adapt to this situation in this short period of time, his nervous system will not be able to handle the amount of change that is brought in within this short time period!"
A man pulls out a booklet, and starts scraping the surface of the paper with the pen on his hand. Black ink forms symbols after symbols, many of them represent something above the level of mathematics average human beings can understand.
"I understand his carrying capacity, but everything we have worked for in the last twenty years lies within this body, and I will take every risk that is presented to us right now to make a success out of this experiment."
Pushing his glasses back to eye-level, the man walks toward the largest screen in the back of the room. Typing furiously on the keyboard, he activates some kind of device on top of the cylindrical container. The device moves slowly toward the metal polygon, and connects with the electrical power source with a sound of "clap".
Suddenly, the numbers on the brightest screen soar to a new height.
"Brain procedure, continued. System process, 76.2% complete." A monotonic sound appears in the large room.
There is a clock on the side of the wall, it is currently 11:38 pm.
Suddenly, a loud cracking sound breaks into the room. The wall of one side of the room has been cracked. The metal is bending in an unorthodox way.
"System alert. Intruders detected."
"Damn it! The process is almost complete!"
The man, who others called professor, dashes toward the control pad in the front of the screen.
"There is no time to waste! Activate the storage power of the Izanagi! We do not have other options!"
"But professor…"
"Do you understand my orders? This experiment can determine the future of mankind! We must make sure that it will succeed!"
The younger man frowned for a second, but instantly rushes to the computer afterward.
"Izanagi, what surprise will you bring us?" the professor murmurs to himself with a voice that only he can understand, "don't let us down."
"System, report brain procedure status!"
"Brain procedure, 81.8% complete, sections awaiting processing next: human senses."
"We do not have time for this! System, skip the neuro systems that integrates human taste and smell, we must bring him to functional status before the break-through!"
"Proceeding with new directions: Brain procedure, 93.7% complete."
At the same time, a loud noise shatters through the atmosphere, and contributes to the screaming of a few researchers. Fire and smoke follows forward, creating a large hole on the side wall of the laboratory.
Men holding semi-automatic rifles pours into the laboratory, shooting many white-coated researchers.
The professor is lying on the ground, but he is very still aware of his surroundings. The men are slaughtering his co-workers, and he has nothing to stop them.
"This is the curse I have brought upon myself."
He keeps his body low, and slowly moves to a control pad lying near him.
"No turning back now."
He reaches and grabs the control pad with his left hand, and starts typing in certain passwords on the screen.
The gun shots are still going on. There is someone falling in their screams of agony in every second.
"And my work will be finished."
He presses a key on the control pad.
Suddenly, bolts of lightning travel from the surrounding containers of the room to the cylindrical piece in the middle. A white flash shoots out light the burning meteor, and immediately blinds every single person in the room at this time. In the next second, the cylindrical container flashes with an even brighter light, and disappears from the center of the room, leaving only its label a few meters in front of the experimental location.
The label reads, "BK-201".