Chapter 5
Inside of the laboratory, scientists were escorting what survived from the crashed Mondoshawan's ship on a surgical cart. What they were escorting was what looked like a mechanical arm.
Gajeel was already down at the lab where he met with the head scientist, Lisanna Strauss, to see whom or what survived. When Gajeel saw it was only an arm, it wasn't quite what he expected. Honestly, he expected a person. However, Lisanna, as a scientist, knew there was more to it than that.
"Really?" Gajeel questioned. "You call this thing a survivor. I mean there's nothing left of him or her."
"To you, maybe, Gajeel," Lisanna told him. "But from our analysis, it's alive. At least, a few of the cells are. It's more than I need."
"Have you at least identified it?" Gajeel asked her.
"We tried," Lisanna replied, sounding taken back. "Unfortunately, the computer went off the charts.
"What do you mean?" Gajeel asked, once more.
Lisanna explained. "Well, you see, normal human beings have 40 DNA memo groups, which is enough for any species to perpetuate. This thing has 200,000 memo groups."
"200,000?!" Gajeel said, finding that unbelievable. "In other words, this thing is unlike any being we've ever encountered. If you ask me, it almost sounds like a freak of nature."
Lisanna smiled with excitement. "Exactly. And I'm looking forward to meeting him."
Gajeel and Lisanna enter a cylindrical laboratory. There is a huge glass turbine in the middle with the metal arm inside. A DNA chain scrolls on the computer screen.
"Over here, General," Lisanna told Gajeel as one of the team scientist members removed the metal arm from the surgical cart. "I want to show you something." She pointed to the DNA human chain to explain more to him. "See, right there is a normal human DNA chain, okay? You, me and everybody has this in our genes. But watch this."
Lisanna pressed a few buttons and showed the DNA chain coming from this thing. "The compositional elements of his DNA are the same as ours. There's simply more of them, with infinite genetic knowledge. It's almost like this being was engineered."
Feeling a bit weary and unsure about the arm and from the way Lisanna described it, Gajeel asked, "Is there any danger?"
"No," Lisanna assured him with confidence. "Of course not. We simply put it through the cellular hygiene detector and the cell is just… perfect."
Gajeel sighed. "Okay. Go ahead. But Mr. Perfect, better be polite, otherwise I'll render him to fried chicken." Gajeel took out his card and installed it into the computer as a big red button appeared, which would destroy the subject if anything went wrong.
Lisanna nodded to one of her fellow scientists. "Activate it." The processing began inside of the tube as it analyzed the metal arm.
