"Sir, preparations for the Human Restoration process are under way, would you like to come and see the results?" A young man in a lab coat waited patiently for his bosses response. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he stood in the very spacious office. A large desk sat at the back in front of a large window. A small table and two chairs accented the spacious and dull room. A large man sat at the desk browsing a few files.
"What are you waiting for? Move along, I will be at the lab momentarily." He glared at the young scientist. His blonde hair was matted down, and large bags formed beneath his eyes. Hah, figures they'd be exhausted. This project was supposed to be done weeks ago, and now they've decided to pick up the pace. Maybe it was a good thing that I took care if that pest, Doctor Rosencrentz. A sly grin formed on his face, and the doctor hurried out of the room. As the doctor hurried out, the man behind the desk brought out a new file of papers. A large classified label was stamped across it a small touch pad was built into the bottom. He laid his fingers across small square and a dull hum sounded, seconds later a monotonic voiced chimed, "Identity confirmed." The folder opened to reveal dozens of papers.
The man thumbed through a few pages, when a black phone at his side rang. "Yes? Yes the project has been completed, the first test subjects will begin the process in a matter of hours. Yes. Yes I understand. Yes. Doctor Yakamoto is the only one aware. Yes we can trust him. I will see to that myself. The other doctors will be "erased." Yes. Thank you."
He put down the phone and stood up to leave. The lights flicked off as he closed the door. The room seemed more empty now than ever as a dull chill hung in the air. The large oak desk looked monolithic as it was highlighted by the moon hanging outside the window. General clutter filled the desk, as pens and pencils were strewn about. One of the papers from the file lay across the desk which read "Psychic Construction Project" A pack of cigars lay next to a golden name plaque which read Marcus Trent. The room seemed to spiral outwards as the lights shut off all that remained visible in this lifeless room was a large emblem illustrated on the floor. A pyramid cut of at the top with an eye floating above it. And so our story begins, not with the explosion of war or the screams of the innocent but with the cry of a child.
The lab was lit by a light neon glow from the panels that surrounded the room. Computers filled the room each displaying technical read outs. Scientists ran back and forth, all trying to compile the last bits of data. The whole room was a bee hive and in the middle sat three large tubes. They sat empty, ominous looking, as they waited for their subjects.
Hidden among the commotion one doctor pushed his way through to the front of the room. As he turned around others began to take notice and waited for a speech. The man wore a tired expression, but something gave him a glowing aura, that demanded attention. The short Japanese scientist stood, files in hand, his dark hair neatly combed and a lab coat that must have been recently washed. A luxury the other scientists have been denied for weeks. Raising his chin he cleared his throat, "Today science fiction becomes a reality! We have come a long way. From mapping the human genome to cloning, the science world has developed more than people could imagine. And now, today! We will usher in a new era of humanity! We have created the perfect humans. Immune to disease, physical and mental aptitude beyond our capability. With this…these children we will be able to map their anatomy unlocking hidden secrets. The cures for diseases: Aid's, HIV, Leukemia, etc. Ladies and gentlemen we have created perfection itself…"
As he finished his sentence three unborn fetuses were lowered into the green liquid of the tanks. "Yes! I would like to congratulate all of you for your hard work." The room swerved around as the scientists noticed a large man dressed in a brown suit, Marcus Trent, standing their. Two bodyguards flanked him each wearing a bright smile, "With these super-children we will be able regain what power we have lost."
"What are you talking about?" an elderly scientist chimed in.
"You honestly didn't think these children would be used for curing diseases and the such? No. They are to be used as our enforcers."
The room erupted in commotion as people shouted out, "You're insane!" "No I'm really not insane, and now I must bid you all farewell. Your job here is finished."
As Marcus finished his sentence the bodyguards to his sides each drew high caliber machine guns hidden in their jackets. The room swelled with chaos and fear, but the three continued to smile. "Bye." Marcus said, evil dripping from his cold smirk, as the guards opened fire. Within minutes four men stood alone, blood covered the control panels. Bodies lay across one another each wearing a horrified expression. They had no chance of escape.
"Well Doctor?" Marcus said stepping over two elderly scientists, "I trust that everything is running perfectly."
"Yes, there isn't a glitch in the system. In 8 months we will witness the birth of humanities perfection. The Omen project was a success." The doctor turned to survey a monitor and then made his way to the door, "all we can do now, is wait."
Marcus walked up close to the tanks and deeply surveyed the test subjects. "Three. Rick, Kyle and Sophie. Interesting."