Pre-note: Yes, Kyla, this is me, nerdy eh?
Metal Gear Solid: Repercussions
"Project Third Genesis is a go on my end." Said Dr. Richard Malcolm into the codec as he made the final adjustments to switch at the end of the table
"A-okay on our end too, Doctor." Replied Steven Petrovich, his assistant, his voice proceeding back to Malcolm's ear
"Hit the switch, and let's see if we got ourselves a Snake"
And as Dr. Malcolm hit the switch he realized everything that could go wrong. The last three children turned out as terrorists and ended up destroying each other in the end, but this time, they would strip him of his free will and make him the ultimate soldier, just as the three prior were intended as. If all went well, by then end of the day, Perfect Snake would be born into the world.
Authors Note: From here on out the story is from Snake's perspective
I felt my brain snap awake, but all was unfamiliar, what was familiar? I scanned my mind for anything to do, a primary directive, but I had nothing thus far. I needed a better thought process, but I found myself drawing a blank on who I was, my name, it started with a "D" I believe. I must wait for directive before continuing my own thought track. The isolation tube opened, and I felt my body slump onto the hard ground. I arose to my feet, approaching the man in my path.
"Hello, may I ask for my name?" I asked the man, but it sound grainy, like I smoked heavily, but none of my missions provide smokes, or do they? I don't quite remember
"Good morning, you are Perfect Snake, Snake for short. I am Dr. Malcolm, your current mission director. Could you stretch yourself out for a moment, I need to check that primary body functions are stable" Said the man, who I now knew as Dr. Malcolm, but as he said to stretch I compulsively followed his orders, making sure that everything worked. "Good, it does seem that you are working fine, but you must be hungry, now aren't you?"
"Yes sir I am" I replied, noticing the rumbling of my stomach, I must've been sleeping in that pod for some time.
Dr. Malcolm set down a small tray of what appeared to be steak in front of me. Military grade rations, don't taste the best, but I dare not complain, I wouldn't want to screw up the mission. Kneeling down to the floor, I took a small bite of the food and near gagged, but I stopped myself, knowing that mission failure would be eminent if I did. I quickly ate the food, barely gulping down a few of the last, miserable, bites.
"Next directive, Dr. Malcolm?" I asked Malcolm after getting up to my feet after the meal.
"Sleep, you need sleep to survive, am I right?" Dr. Malcolm answered, throwing in what seemed to be a horrid joke, but I laughed anyway, as to not possibly fail the mission.
The other man, who I was told to call Steve, led me to my room, which was just a small couch mattress, a radio, and a toilet. A little claustrophobic, but I don't need much room for my needs. Sleep came easy when I laid my head on the uncomfortable cushion to sleep.
"Metal Gear!" "Jack, my son…" "Snake, my Brother!" "Boss…" "Son… Boss… Snake… Gear… Jack… BROTHER!" Several words flew through my head, different voices spewing them as they went through my head. All of the voices sounded like his own, except for the one about the brother, who was that man? Was he part of the mission? What was my current directive? Oh yes, sleep. And I drifted off again.
I found myself surrounded by feelings of hate and betrayal, but who did I hate, and who betrayed, was it me? I awoke once more, thoughts that shouldn't be happening racing through my head. I tried turning on the radio to drown out the thoughts, but all that was on was things about an arm race between America and Russia. I didn't know what these countries were, but for some reason they seemed familiar. I turned off the radio once more, and tried again for sleep. This time I saw a woman in black with blond hair in a field of flowers, the sight of her made me want to cry, but for what reason? The woman looked at me and grew, but she didn't grow in side, but she grew into a large, monstrous machine chanting, "Jack, why did you kill me" repeatedly. I wanted to scream, but screaming wasn't the mission directive, I was in the mission directive, I was dreaming, I just had to fixate my dream on another subject.
I found myself thinking of something funny. A man, he had just peed himself in front of a man and a cyborg. This man, who could he be, an old friend? He looked young, like maybe late twenties, at most. But then the pee disappeared, and he was kneeling over a female body, "E.E., WHY!" he was crying now. The girl, it could've been his daughter or his sister who knows? More important question, why was this death sentimental? She was not mission required at all, in fact, I don't even know her.
"SNAKE, SNAKE, SNAAAAAAAKE!" I heard, it was Dr. Malcolm, he was in my room, kneeling near me, looking worried, "Jesus Christ, Snake, I thought you wouldn't get up, I'm so relieved, head downstairs for primary CQC training"
As was I, but I didn't vocalize anything about my dreams. Why would I need to, it's just dreams, right, everyone has stuff like this right? I mean, why freak out about it, I just need to focus on the mission. The primary objective for me right now is to follow the mission, and the current mission is CQC training.