Far away from Slade, under the forest litter that had concealed the Radam's underground base for as long as it had existed, something was happening. One of the teknopods, one that had lain dormant for almost the entire existence of the base itself, was beginning to flash.
Blinking on and off like a strange, organic strobe light, the brittle shell that had formed over the outer membrane of the pod began to crack. The cracks started out small, of course, and then began to spread over the whole of the pod. It would have been an interesting thing to see, had anyone been able to safely witness it.
The pod seemed to shiver as it broke apart, as if the plant was somehow reluctant to release this particular prisoner. But release him it did, as it had been programmed to do. As the shredded remains of the pod collapsed onto the floor of the base, the Teknoman within fell also. He lay on the floor, still curled up in the fetal position he had been in for all the time he had been inside the teknopod.
Who…am I? I…remember… Jessy?
As he slowly uncurled his body, the newborn Teknoman thought about the name he had just remembered. Was it his? He didn't know.
(Who am I?)
End Part One
