Note from the author: Yaaaay! Halfway through my first posted fanfic! Three cheers and four cyborgs! I'd also like to say that work is in progress for 'second generation' and i need an opinion from my readers. Should i include 009's part in 'second generation' or should he get a shorter story to himself? All thoughts are welcome but i need to know within three weeks from today (21st August). Anyway, thanks to all my readers for reading this and special thanks to my reviewers for saying those nice things and helping make the story easier to read.
Chapter 5 - the plan.
The other three are taking it in turns to feed me now; 002 moans about it every time. He says he wasn't made for things like this. I can feel their thoughts a lot better this time now that I've had some sleep; 003 told me I was out for fifteen days and they were really worried about me. 004 doesn't talk unless it's completely, absolutely necessary; he sits alone in a corner of the room, only eats once a day and scowls at the scientists when they come in. He was brought in yesterday unconscious with his arms and legs covered in bruises; apparently they wanted to test the strength of his metal arms and legs by dropping him from varied heights. The metal proved it's strength no problem; but the flesh attached to it is still weak. Now he's gone from bad to worse. 003 is depressed too but she tried to express herself better; all 002 has is anger.
The tension between the three of them is growing because they can't talk about the plan out loud due to the fact that our captors are always listening: I give them new details of the plan as I think of them. But I worry to myself; there was that other psychic in the room before, during my test. What if he's listening? There are so many ways for this to go wrong. Kuroda comes in with a change of clothes for us all; green combat wear, it looks like. He tosses one to each of them and gives mine to 003; after a cold stare from her he backs out of the room.
So what? Thinks 002. Do we put these on or what? If it holds some kinda obligation thing like going right into the middle of a battlefield I'm gonna just put my jets to these. 003 walks over to my crib and lets me hold my uniform for a second; I see flashes of images but nothing particularly bad. I don't see anything bad about them but I'm not very good at this yet, I say. I think it's just new clothes, but, be on your guard.
003 looks down at me as she's changing me. We'll do our best Petit, she says. But we will need your help too. 004 and 002 are already changed; 003 walks over to the small bathroom and returns a couple of minutes later. I can sense it now; it is safe for me to explain the plan so far. Are you all listening? I say, stupid question I know, but better safe than sorry. They all nod and pretend to be doing other things like eating or reading as I explain things.
I've figured out our means of escape; a boat. This entire facility is a huge island and there's only one place where it's technologically and geologically possible to get out; we can hijack a smaller boat and sail until we find land. It's a plan filled with holes and problems; 002 points this out. If I was tall enough I'd give him a sarcastic look and continue but since I can't even stand up I decide to just keep going. It's the only possible way unless any of you knows how to fly a plane. I thought not. There's a shift change around the docks every six hours; midnight, six in the morning, midday and six in the evening. Our time window is very small; barely two minutes to get in there undetected. That means we need to go about this as smoothly as we can with no foul-ups; so once the plan is finished I need each of you to memorise it and all the details I give you. I'll give you more info after 002 gets back from his test.
I get a nasty look from 002. Test? He says. It's the same one they tried on 004 a couple of days back; testing the strength of artificial limbs by dropping the subject from a very high height. I tell the three of them that; for the first time 004 laughs, albeit sarcastic, and he turns to 003. I'm telling you frauline; feel glad you'll never have to go through that. It seriously hurts. My heart bleeds for you 002. 002 scowls and retorts; when a challenge arises between those two nothing stops them. Maybe, but then again it'll be an absolute breeze for me 'cos I'm not some old wimp who's past his day. You never know. Hey 003, make sure gramps over there doesn't fall over and break a hip or something? 002 chortles to himself and 003 scowls back at him. Keep me out of your stupid power struggles garçon; just don't you hurt yourself. Either of you. I want out of here alive and we need to work together; but I hope you know: once we reach the mainland I'm leaving all three of you and heading back to France. I don't want any reminders of this hellish place.
Then Kuroda comes in with two assistants and tells 002 that it's time for another test; 002 calls him every bad name under the sun and I catch him with a last mental communication before he's too far off. I'm going to be looking through your eyes 002; try to look around you so I can get an idea of where we're going. Good luck. Then it's just the three of us in the room together; 004 lies down on his bed and mutters something about really wanting a cigarette roundabout now and 003 paces the room for a while.
Hours pass, the other two fall asleep, and something exceptionally strange happens: I'm lying awake and staring up at the ceiling and all of a sudden the picture in front of me fades; all of a sudden I see the hand of an adult in front of me I'm holding a scalpel. I look down and see a figure on a table in front of me; me, and three others are operating. The man in front I recognise as 004. I conclude this is a memory that I'm picking up from Dr Kuroda. I can't look away, I can't rid the images from my head; I end up screaming as I see the other three's operations right in front of my eyes and then, my own. It's more than I can bear. Objects go flying across the room and the windows smash. I begin to realise that it's being here that's bringing thee visions on; this one and the one I had earlier. There's just so much pain and emotion here; it's affecting me. The last thing I see is my father - Dr Gamo - looking down at the me on the table and saying Here is our future. Then, I black out.