Kim Trek: The Lotus and The Chrysalis
After losing Ron to a new enemy, she discovers shocking information about her life.
Will this new information change her life, and will Kim and Ron find themselves at opposite sides of the law?
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Kim Trek: The Lotus and The Chrysalis
Act 1
By: Edward E Butler III
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Prologue:
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions" - Unknown
1985
Somewhere below the India desert, Earth
Ann Hatches sat on the stool in her lab, twirling a short lock of red hair around her finger, studying the recent report on a patient, thinking to herself,Adwin, what went wrong. Ann continued to read the reports of the three year old sculpturer, and how the child's nervous system began shutting down. These children are just growing to fast for there own good and we are not able to help them. She continued reading over the results, making notes to another pad, in the hopes to prevent another case of possible autism or schizophrenia.
She walked over to file cabinet, pulling out a drawer full of folders, each numbered. Each folder numbered since the beginning of the project. Thumbing through the folders, remembering each case, she wondered how violent some became, and others that becamequiet, but each of these folders had something in common.
Each folder was a report, about a child, who died. Not because deformities of the body or poor hearts, not for Ann Hatches, those folders where kept in a larger cabinet in the Director's office, away from everyone's eyes. Those children that had possible physical deformities were aborted from the woman's womb before the child was birthed. Quietly to herself, "These children died because of a breakdown of there minds, filled with trying to achieve beyond a limit that they have no idea about. These children maybe intelligent geniuses, advanced in beyond there years, but they are still just children."
"To surpass Nature, you must be harsher then Nature" Sarina Kaur said that when Ann first met her almost 5 years ago. Ann had been a headstrong woman in her field of neurology. With ideas of increasing brain use of the mind, she had been recruited into a secretive scientific community. Now she wondered if this community was as rose tinted as she thought years ago.
Ann stood there putting the file into the drawer, closing it, as she began to remember a few rumors about how the other children reacted when Adwin went into her seizure. All of the children in that class reacted the same, ran away, except for one, the prodigal son of Sarina Kaur, Khan Noonien Singh.
Ten students in this classroom, or what could be considered a classroom, considering that there were no desks, only soft pads on the floor which someone could sit on. But none of the children were sitting; they were all doing things to keep themselves busy. A small four year old boy was painting a replica of the Mona Lisa, another child was busying themselves with sculpting there classmates and teachers, as well a guest. She tried three times to make a sculpture of the honey-blonde haired woman. Each figure seemingly perfect of the young new recruit, but still the four year old girl saw a defect in it when no one else did. The twenty-five year old woman walked over to another boy who was reading, a black cat that was once on the woman's shoulders jumped to the ground to gently brushing against the legs of the book reading child.
The sculpting girl was starting on her forth attempt of creating a figure of the lady, but even as she was forming it, she was spotting unseen flaws. The child that was reading the Latin version of Dante's Inferno had put the book down and looked at the purring cat. He gently picked the cat up and started to give it some wanted affection. All the other children surrounded the boy and cat, trying to touch the cat. Except one child who was still trying to make a sculpture, at this point though the blocks of clay she started off with was just smashed because it was 'imperfect' to her.
The black cat had enjoyed the attention of being petted at first but now was starting to feel at unease with the heavy petting by all the kids. The one child who the cat showed interest to first, quickly and forcefully shoved the other kids away, sending a few of the kids onto the ground and back a few feet. The boy sat back down and looked like the crowding had never occurred. But a few feet away from the boy, the sculpting girl began to shake uncontrollably, mouth foaming, erratic breathing.
The children that had skidded towards her quickly got away from her, screaming, and catching the attention of all the adults in the room. Two teachers of the class went to the convulsing child, they quickly shouted to the third teacher which brought a syringe and injected the girl with it. The child began to shake less, and foam turned to a drool, and the breathing became steady. The boy with the cat just watched the spectacle of watching his classmate have a seizure. As two people with a stretcher came to take the drugged child away, the boy whispered a word only loudly enough to be heard by the cat.
"Inferior."
She sat there looking at a small canister on her desk. In it was a cell waiting to be put into a womb to be grown, to become another super human. Watching it she remembered a conversation with another scientist, one word stood out the most in the entire conversation.
"Streptococcus."
She couldn't believe it at first that the Director was thinking about making way for an era of super humans, one that was at the expense of the rest of the human population. A great deal of lives would be lost if it was released in the general population. Not until Joel disappeared a few days ago did she believe his story. He thought that they were going to get him, and she thought he was just being paranoid. But since his disappearance, everything has noticeably have gone to hell in a hand basket the past two days. Just a day ago supposedly rumor was that a spy was found.
She looked at the canister again. "A child to bring in a new era of a better world for humanity" the Director had told her as she received the canister. A child she helped picked out and designed that would look like her, especially since it used her embryos. But also would be better, thanks to the genetic engineering. She accepted it almost gleefully at the time, when she thought things were a more straight black and white cut within the scientific community. That Science and Mad Science were two totally distinguishable things. But now things suddenly turned to a shade of gray. She couldn't tell where the scientists ended, and where the mad scientists started.
To add to the hectic thought of mind, the supposed infiltrator had escaped after being detained, and with help of a blonde sleeper agent. She wanted desperately out now, but since Joel had disappeared, security had been increased. Adding to the fact that this founded spy, guards began to hold there guns, in a way ready to shoot someone at the first sign of subterfuge.
Her reverie was quickly interrupted by the sound of feet, groups of feet marching down the hallway. She could barely hear what the group of men were saying over the din of stomping feet, but what she could make out was "Locked out" and "Reactor." She thought to herself for a moment trying to piece together what they were talking about, but just as she was about to figure it out, an ominous voice decided to finish her line of thought first, with the room suddenly being thrust into darkness for a moment before red lights came on, indicating a serious problem within the base.
"Your attention please, this is the intruder your leaders warned you of. I have taken control of the nuclear reactor station and initiated the emergency self-destruct sequence. You have thirty minutes to evacuate Chrysalis before this entire installation is destroyed. This is not a drill. This is not a hoax. You have thirty minutes to flee, starting now."
After the announcement of the saboteur occurred, his threat of destroying the base was confirmed by another announcement over the speaker system, with the computer confirming that indeed, only thirty minuets left in the base. "Perfect!" she exclaimed after a moment of realization, this would be the way she would be able to leave this Mad Scientist's home. Grabbing the canister she quickly ran out of the office to the nearest elevator.
As she stood there with the canister securely in the pocket of her lab coat, she thought about the other people who were leaving, and being evacuated, including the children. Thinking about the children she thought about Khan, she was sure Kaur was going to be keeping him safe at all cost, even if it meant her own life. Ann was not one to want see someone's life to be taken away, but she understood also that if Kaur lives, that the world was in danger still. Her line of thinking was interrupted as the door to the elevator opened. Quickly bringing her hand up to cover her eyes from the glaring sun of the India desert she rushed out of the hidden escape elevator.
Khan may be ready to take on the world. But is the world ready to take on Khan? Ann wondered before getting into the nearest jeep. She knew that the child thought that 'we' were inferior to him, and he being only a child of four years old. She also knew that he even felt superior to even his own kind. She took one last look at the canister that was in her pocket. She had a name for the baby; even before it was in her she was thinking of it as a baby already. Looking at her hand and the ring on her finger, she knew now she would be going home to her fiancée. Together they would raise this baby.
Kimberly Anne Possible, A noble prayer.