A quick disclaimer! I don't own these characters or ideas or the story.I'm notbright enough to come up with anything that original. This was written when i'd only seen the first wight episodes of the 2001 series so bear with me k? There's no DrGilmore in mine by the way.
FIRST GENERATION
Chapter 001 - the awakening
001… All of a sudden, I wake up; I am aware. How did that happen? I begin to recognise things around me; sounds have meaning now. The voices talking around me actually make sense. This is too sudden; for a moment I panic. The most natural thing for me comes: tears. A voice talks just beyond my closed eyes. Open your eyes. How did I understand that? I open my eyes to receive bright light and shadowy people staring down at me. I open my mouth and try to talk in the same way they do; only useless babbling comes out. One of them leans down and speaks to me. Now, now, Ivan, you know how to talk now. I can only help you if you talk to me. He waves his hand to the other people and they all walk out of the room; leaving me all alone. It's so cold; I begin to cry again. And I keep trying to talk like them but nothing comes out. I keep trying, time rolls by. Nothing is working; I try to move but my arms and legs are too weak. I keep trying until eventually I just think it. I think the words and all of a sudden I'm beginning to make sense. Help, help me, I say. I'm cold and I'm hungry and you left me all alone. Within moments the men are back with a blanket and a bottle of warm milk. See, says the leader. Was that so hard Ivan? I mean, 001. 001? What's 001? Is that me? If so, who's Ivan? This is so hard. My thoughts are cut off as a young woman in a white coat picks me up and shoves the nib of the bottle into my mouth. She talks, not to me, to the leader man. Christ Gamo, she says. You are one messed up man; I mean this is your own child for god's sake. I look at him for a minute; he scowls and retorts in an indignant tone. This was the way I was raised, I see no problem with it; besides, this is Erika's child. She wanted it, not me. This is all too much; all this is coming in so fast. Why wasn't it like this before? All I have of time before this is a hazy picture in my head of my mother, Erika, holding me tight and screaming at, at someone. I try to talk again; but I can't. I just gargle and cry again. I hold my arms out. Gamo looks down and me and tells me that he can't help me until I ask again. I catch him saying another word even though his lips remain tightly shut. Cyborg. Cyborg? What's that? Gamo instructs the others to leave and the woman puts me down and says something to Gamo. Listen up Doc, you'd better get some other cyborgs in fast to feed this kid; this isn't in my job detail. So I am a cyborg, but what is that; I have to try and talk again if I want to know. Gamo has begun talking again. Don't ask me there; ask Kuroda. I just started the work on Ivan, I mean 001, there. On the next bunch you'll have to moan to Kuroda. Let's go. The door closes behind the two of them. I get no help until I can speak again. I keep trying. My concept of time awakens. I spend two days in the cold dark, on my own. Trying over, and over, to talk. I just babble. Then the door opens after the second day. Another man walks in; he's Kuroda. I just knew it. He wraps me up in a blanket and feeds me; he mutters to himself as I drink with relish. Honestly, that Gamo, he's crazy; the boss could quite easily tear me a new one if our first test subject starves. Go on then junior; drink up or it's me on the line, at least until after the tests. Tests? That word makes me shake. What's a cyborg? I ask. What are the tests for? Kuroda looks like he's about to explode; he spend ten minutes going on about incompetent brain doctors and not explaining the situation. He looks down and begins to talk to me. How much do you know then little one? I think for a moment. I know I'm 001 and that I'm not normal. He puts me down and begins to explain. You, are a cyborg. That's a human with extra added. You're technically not human anymore. We made you this way and we have given you special powers; but the thing is we don't know how well we've done so we need to run a few tests to see just what you're capable of. There eventually will be more; in time and you lot will lead the way to the future. I can hear more; he's not telling me everything. He thinks I won't live through these tests. I'll never grow up. I'll be a freak and I'll probably be replaced in next to no time. I talk back. What do you mean? Who's going to replace me? Why won't I grow up? He looks startled and he backs off. It takes him several minutes to recover, then, he sits down next to me. He speaks, and I notice; he keeps repeating in his second voice Don't think, don't think dammit. He then speaks properly. I forgot you could read thoughts little one; try not to read our thoughts, okay? It might get you into trouble and one like you doesn't want trouble. Right? I promised, for the time. A cold night passes without event; I find that I'm not sleeping, or even tired. There is nothing to do or be done during the night hours so I just lie still and let my new mind wander. I think I had some sort of dream; I see faces. Ten faces; nine men, one woman. They look at me as though they know and trust me; they make me feel safe. I think and think of them; I want to see them. When the morning comes Kuroda enters, flanked by Gamo and the woman; it's time for the first test. I am carried to a white room and placed on the floor; I can hear their thoughts. The woman thinks this is slightly too much for me; someone tells her to keep her thoughts to herself. Does that mean someone else can hear her too? A giant metal, thing, moves towards me; it raises its hand and is about to strike downwards. I am scared; a white light surrounds me. The thing is sent flying back. This continues for some time and eventually the door to the left of me opens; I have done well in my first test. As Kuroda picks me up I see a sudden string of images and thoughts; this is the Black Ghost organisation, they want to have control of the world through war and its profits, cyborgs like me will be mass produced after the tests are finished and they will be the weapons of the future. We will dominate the battles to come and we will conquer the world for the Black Ghost; I don't want to be part of this. The white shield comes back, Kuroda goes flying, Gamo lands sprawled on the floor; I begin crying. I don't want it, for a brief moment all the people in the room are lying on the floor clutching their heads and screaming; I make them hurt all over and nothing they can do will change it. All of a sudden it is just me and a man in a skull mask; there is only black around us. He talks to me. Excellent 001, this is just what I'm looking for; if you do as I say this will lead us to a great new world. In a split second after he has stopped talking I stop hurting all the people; Kuroda dashes forward and puts something around my head. I black out.