Forgive me if there are any mistakes in the anatomy of the brain. I thank you for reading this, and I hope that you will enjoy it.
And yes, I'm still updating Upside Down, don't worry. I'm still going to write for Ao No Exorcist as well.
Prototype
Prologue:
The Crank village was unstable. And it being kept so close to WICKED headquarters…Janson didn't like the idea of it. If they happened to get out of control, if their guards happened to fail them…then they were doomed. Janson longed dearly to have the village exterminated, but they needed it to test their Cure prototypes on. Everyone agreed that every prototype deserved to be tested, since with this unknown disease, they were mostly relying on chance and hope right now. It was what kept everyone going, coming up with new combinations of chemicals, call it Cure prototype 54-or 55, Janson wasn't sure what number they were up to now.
Hope was growing though, as the results from the Scorch Trials rolled into their screens. They had gotten excellent results before in the Maze, but it was nothing compared to this. Especially Thomas. Before, they had received ample information on the stimulation of the amygdale from the other subjects, when they experienced extreme emotion such as fear when confronted with a Griever in their very own home, but Thomas had not considered the Glade a home as long as the others, and the response was lacking.
The Scorch Trials, however, were a different story. Thrown in an unfamiliar environment, now with the information that they were being manipulated, their brains were working overtime to cope with the overload of information and decision making ability. Janson smiled as the patterns danced on his monitor, different wavelengths from different people. Ava had always been focused on the blueprint they were building, but Janson had tried privately to tackle it from different angles that never worked.
Now, if only he could find a pattern in them, a pattern that differs from their controls…
He had a team of scientists working on the project from this angle. Currently, he had them testing out how to obtain wavelengths they need through administering chemicals. They had made progress, but it would mean nothing if a pattern could not be found.
Janson sighed, and reached over to click the button that would forward the results to Ava Paige. His eyes then narrowed, staring at the live camera feed of the boys, resting while Minho kept watch. He looked on as Minho stretched, yawned, and walked over to wake Newton from his slumber. Newton arose, murmured something to Minho, patted his back, and took his place to watch. Janson smiled a little.
The Scorch Trials were nearing the end. With the blueprint Ava had been building, the information they had collected on chemicals and brain patterns…once the experiment was over, they would have no need for the Control. The other Immunes, in Ava's words, were their hope for a new world, and should not be disposed of easily. Newton, however…
They had been monitoring his brain patterns for so long. Dr. Hong, Newton's doctor, would know his subject's brain patterns like the back of his hand by now, he had been studying for so long. There would also be the added bonus of the Immunes' reaction when they find out (after Newton had been secured, of course). They might trigger an even more extreme reaction.
Yes, indeed. Isaac Newton would make the perfect test subject.
Janson sent the patterns, and composed a second email regarding his proposal. He sent it at 4.36 a.m. in the morning, and waited for a reply.
96 minutes later, Ava Paige's email arrived, containing two words that were burdened and weary.
Janson, however, felt none of the emotion in the words. He only felt pure glee and warm, warm hope.
Go ahead.