Ch12
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Human
We stand on the brink of a new age, an age where technology seems to make anything possible, and we wonder. Pandora had opened the box because of it's beauty, and her insayshable(?) curiosity, so to had Vic opened the box into a new realm. Questions that have haunted scientist philosophers and all people for years must be answered, least we destroy ourselves. The questions , what does it mean to be a human? And more importantly Who Am I?
He floated, suspended in a liquid, his body become more powerful. When Vic had escaped efforts to finish project delta were redoubled, and now the fruits of Vic's labors were being scene. Donovan, the head of DOATECH stood and marveled. This creature that was about to be born was unlike any that ever had been. The teams of Biotechnologes, genetics, and cybernetes, had pulled out all the stops, and now there was this. They were all too blind to see an odveous thing, survival of the fittest, that the stronger species would survive.. This creature had thereticly unchecked power, and strength, what could control it? .But these thoughts did not occur to the research team, they were to consumed with seeing if they could, to think if they should. And these thoughts didn't occur to Donovan either, he was driven by his only hunger, the hunger for power. So in the dark and hellish lab, where experiments that should never have been done, were being preformed, floated the infantile angle of death, the fall of man.
They were using the most advance everything. The best and the brightest, and the most high tech equipment., DNA from all the fighters had been synthesized and put together in a way that, up to Vic, was impossible. Other DNA was added as well, DNA from telepaths, wonder workers, and military genuses. On top of that, all the negatives, emotions, mercy, everything like that, had been screened out, and the strength were enhanced. And so a being that was never meant to be, was now becoming itself.
So now, in the most ungodly place on earth, sat it. Donovan gazed at it. It sat in a small bunker, with wall to wall super computers and test tubs and other, more advanced, tools. It was in an incubation chamber, which was a clear tank that was see through. It was being saturated with all their DNA and accelerated growth technology was implemented. It had cords and wires going into and out of it's body. It had been made a man, though it was sterile. And it's name was 'exp. 12 -4 delta', which was tattooed across it's arm. It was going to be of short stature, only 5"1 ft.. This was so it could more easily maneuver.
Donovan laughed to himself:
Vic has know idea what he will be up against. On top of his work, several cibernet attachments have been added, his ESP has been enhanced 10 fold of what Vic thinks it will be, and Vic won't expect him for another 2 weeks, we should be done in 3 days, then he'll hunt all those bastereds down and kill them.
They had been working round the clock, and were nearing the end of their experiments. It, as far as they could tell, exceeded all expectations. It's brain waves were off the chart, much faster and more strong then an average man. And the cibernctes could only add to it.
" Soon" he said, pressing his hands to the glass, like a kid looking into a candy store. "Soon...."
" What is that, my love?" This voice came from a hauntingly familiar voice. The voice was Kasumi's, or should have been hers. There, at the heavily guarded entrance to the secret bunker, stood a clone of her. There were about 13 of them total, 12 of them were an elite guard, protecting the bunker, and this 13 was this one. She was little more then a love slave to Donovan, programed for perfect obedience and unquestioning loyalty. Certain 'traits' were made more prevalent, yet, somehow, much of Kasumi true beauty, was lost. In any case, the who of what she was was distroyed, and all that stod before him now was a shell, an empty vessal.
" Soon we will have Him, then we will have true power, the world will be mine."
" As it should be, love." This soulless puppet said. She was not human, not really anyways. The things that make us human, the need to question, to search, to yearn, were all lost concepts to her, and she lived in blissful ignorance. Not knowing the pain that defines each and everyone.
" I wonder, what should be done with Vic?"
" How so, love?"
" Well, he could still be useful, none of this would have been possible without him, it seems such a waste. On top of that I would like very much to watch him die."
" Then have you creation bring him to you alive. Then we could watch him die, together."
" Perhaps you are right. Let us go to bed." These words were not spoken tenderly, but with command, she was truly his.
And so we leave this godless scene, where the joy and miracle of life are reduced to some test tub trick, where the true majesty and poetry of God is replaced with the hard emotionless, soulless, super computer. A place where men lose there very souls, a place that is spawning the ultiment demom, the true fall of man...
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Human
We stand on the brink of a new age, an age where technology seems to make anything possible, and we wonder. Pandora had opened the box because of it's beauty, and her insayshable(?) curiosity, so to had Vic opened the box into a new realm. Questions that have haunted scientist philosophers and all people for years must be answered, least we destroy ourselves. The questions , what does it mean to be a human? And more importantly Who Am I?
He floated, suspended in a liquid, his body become more powerful. When Vic had escaped efforts to finish project delta were redoubled, and now the fruits of Vic's labors were being scene. Donovan, the head of DOATECH stood and marveled. This creature that was about to be born was unlike any that ever had been. The teams of Biotechnologes, genetics, and cybernetes, had pulled out all the stops, and now there was this. They were all too blind to see an odveous thing, survival of the fittest, that the stronger species would survive.. This creature had thereticly unchecked power, and strength, what could control it? .But these thoughts did not occur to the research team, they were to consumed with seeing if they could, to think if they should. And these thoughts didn't occur to Donovan either, he was driven by his only hunger, the hunger for power. So in the dark and hellish lab, where experiments that should never have been done, were being preformed, floated the infantile angle of death, the fall of man.
They were using the most advance everything. The best and the brightest, and the most high tech equipment., DNA from all the fighters had been synthesized and put together in a way that, up to Vic, was impossible. Other DNA was added as well, DNA from telepaths, wonder workers, and military genuses. On top of that, all the negatives, emotions, mercy, everything like that, had been screened out, and the strength were enhanced. And so a being that was never meant to be, was now becoming itself.
So now, in the most ungodly place on earth, sat it. Donovan gazed at it. It sat in a small bunker, with wall to wall super computers and test tubs and other, more advanced, tools. It was in an incubation chamber, which was a clear tank that was see through. It was being saturated with all their DNA and accelerated growth technology was implemented. It had cords and wires going into and out of it's body. It had been made a man, though it was sterile. And it's name was 'exp. 12 -4 delta', which was tattooed across it's arm. It was going to be of short stature, only 5"1 ft.. This was so it could more easily maneuver.
Donovan laughed to himself:
Vic has know idea what he will be up against. On top of his work, several cibernet attachments have been added, his ESP has been enhanced 10 fold of what Vic thinks it will be, and Vic won't expect him for another 2 weeks, we should be done in 3 days, then he'll hunt all those bastereds down and kill them.
They had been working round the clock, and were nearing the end of their experiments. It, as far as they could tell, exceeded all expectations. It's brain waves were off the chart, much faster and more strong then an average man. And the cibernctes could only add to it.
" Soon" he said, pressing his hands to the glass, like a kid looking into a candy store. "Soon...."
" What is that, my love?" This voice came from a hauntingly familiar voice. The voice was Kasumi's, or should have been hers. There, at the heavily guarded entrance to the secret bunker, stood a clone of her. There were about 13 of them total, 12 of them were an elite guard, protecting the bunker, and this 13 was this one. She was little more then a love slave to Donovan, programed for perfect obedience and unquestioning loyalty. Certain 'traits' were made more prevalent, yet, somehow, much of Kasumi true beauty, was lost. In any case, the who of what she was was distroyed, and all that stod before him now was a shell, an empty vessal.
" Soon we will have Him, then we will have true power, the world will be mine."
" As it should be, love." This soulless puppet said. She was not human, not really anyways. The things that make us human, the need to question, to search, to yearn, were all lost concepts to her, and she lived in blissful ignorance. Not knowing the pain that defines each and everyone.
" I wonder, what should be done with Vic?"
" How so, love?"
" Well, he could still be useful, none of this would have been possible without him, it seems such a waste. On top of that I would like very much to watch him die."
" Then have you creation bring him to you alive. Then we could watch him die, together."
" Perhaps you are right. Let us go to bed." These words were not spoken tenderly, but with command, she was truly his.
And so we leave this godless scene, where the joy and miracle of life are reduced to some test tub trick, where the true majesty and poetry of God is replaced with the hard emotionless, soulless, super computer. A place where men lose there very souls, a place that is spawning the ultiment demom, the true fall of man...