~*~*~*~*500 years into the future-184 A.C~*~*~*~*

The man stared at the capsule, his round glasses unblinking, his claw-like prosthetic clicking, tapping lightly on the metallic outer wall of the sleeping chamber. He had been ordered by the government to take control of the girl, testing to see if he could wake her. However, anybody with any knowledge knew of the 500-year-old child who was kept alive by unknown means all the way back from 1996. So, he took the capsule with him, back to his home colony of L1 in space, and he scanned everything that he could think of. Mental patterns, circulatory patterns, respiratory; he tried various kinds of drugs, both solitary and in cocktails, trying to engage some form of reaction in the sleeping child. For 72 hours he had worked and tested this child, but to no avail. He put down the last syringe that he had dumped into the IV line, looking into the view window again. She was the same age as his own little "Soldier-to-be," but even he couldn't suspend someone in a coma that lasted 500 years with no change to the body and no aging.

He Shrugged; it was late at night and he was planning on going to bed. He needed rest for tomorrow. He'd had a good idea in testing some of the solutions on his little soldier…perhaps to bolster his immunity to substances. Every day, he trained his little "soldier-to-be" to be the perfect assassin and the perfect fighter, or in other simpler words, The Perfect Soldier. He trained him in piloting, fighting, reading, mastering the computer, and anything else a good soldier would need and more. There was no harm in adding to the immense curriculum the young soldier already had. 'What doesn't kill him, makes him stronger,' some would say.

It was when he was going to turn off the light, that the small beep caught his ear. It was so silent, he nearly missed it, but it was there. It couldn't have been. Then another beep and another, getting louder and louder, until a rapid succession of beeps could be heard coming from all of the machines from around the room. The scientist glared at the machines. What made this time different? Why now after all of these years? Suddenly, he perked up; he was going to get himself another test subject temporarily. The government would take her into custody…after he gleaned what he wanted from the girl.

Hearing the cacophony of sound coming from the lab, The little "soldier-to-be" ran in to find many if not all of the machines were making screeching as the child's heartbeat sped up to alarming speeds inside the capsule.

The scientist had a huge grin on his face, his arms thrown wide, eyes bright with excitement. The girl was finally waking up! Not only would he be able to run some tests on her, but he would be rid of her for good. He could put more effort into his boy.

The little boy was ever silent, not a muscle in his face had twitched. But that soon changed as a scream reverberated through the walls of the metal room coming from inside the capsule. He stepped backwards, moving towards the door, shocked to feel the floor shaking, stared wide-eyed at the capsule as it shook. The hinges of the doors rattled, finally bursting open with a loud boom as the capsule's resident was thrown onto the floor.

Her hair was mixed with streaks of midnight blue, the color dark enough to look black but light enough to look blue, but there were still sections of blonde. As they watched, her hair slowly lost any the blonde still hidden in the darkness, changing fully into the blue-black. She lay on the ground panting, the bones of her ribs showing clear against her pale skin. Her medical dress hung off her body as she had grown out of it, but her frame was emaciated having lived for 500 years on a liquid diet.

She looked at the two residents of the room; a short dark-haired boy probably around the same age as herself, and a crazy person just standing there, watching her watching him, grinning like she was the greatest gift that he could ever receive. Strike that; based on the way he was grinning at her, she didn't want to be anywhere near him. He looked out of his mind, clicking that claw at her, his eyes unblinking, the longer grey, greasy hair. He must be some sort of a doctor, she noted, by the looks of his white coat.

The older man smiled a cold smile. He said, "My name is Doctor J, but you can call me J. This boy right here," he motioned to the silent boy, looking like he was going to run out of the room, "is 01. What is your name?"

She cringed away from them both as the doctor stepped closer, opening her mouth to tell him to stay away from her. No sound came out, just a puff of warm air. She tried to speak again, but her voice wouldn't come. When she stepped back, her foot came in contact with cold steel, and she turned to see the metal container with the door flung open.

"Don't worry, child. Your voice will come soon enough. Come. Let's get you some clothes, and a room for you to rest in." He gestured with his claw, pointing passed 01.

She didn't want to sleep; she'd slept enough, but as she walked forward guided by J's claw, she could feel her energy starting to wane. She could feel the lightheadedness as the adrenaline left her body, and darkness began to inch across her sight. Without meaning to, she started to fall, but she never touched the floor as two arms caught her, lifting her up, carrying her into blank nothingness again.
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The next day when she woke up, she was in a bare room. Everything was cold and gray. It was like someone took an eraser and wiped away all the color out of life. She got up, swinging her feet over the side of the bed to find that someone had dressed her in a drawstring pair of pant and a short-sleeved shirt. She stood up, unsteady on her feet, walking over to the door. As she went to grab the doorknob, the doorknob instead came to her. She gasped as the door opened for her and as she walked out, it closed behind her.

She walked down a long hall to a room that had a hand scanner on it. She looked at the door, hearing odd sounds coming from the other side. Someone was grunting, and there was an odd mechanical whirr sound, the clicking of keys and what sounded like engine. She focused her attention and at the hand scanner, thinking to herself how much she wanted to see what was happening on the other side of that door. To her surprise, the door opened, but when she stepped around the door, no one was there. J stood at the far end of the room at a large wall-size computer.

The whirr sound was coming from a big machine-like enclosure, and the grunting was coming from inside. The sound of the clicking keys came from Doctor J who was monitoring what was happening inside the container. Or so she thought. As she entered, Doctor J turned to her, surprise and cold anger directed toward her for interrupting him with 01's training. As she stood there, once again, watching him watching her, the machine stopped, and he went back to work clearly telling her 'leave now, I have work to do.' So, she left the same way she came in.

As 01 was coming out of the enclosed capsule machine, he caught sight of the girl leaving the room. He gasped, watching how she didn't even touch the door, but the door miraculously opened on its own for her. Doctor J turned back around in time to see the door close. He blinked only just realizing the way that Ria had gotten into this room in the first place.

Just before the door fully closed, they both heard someone call out to the girl. Apparently, she heard it as well and decided to follow the voice.

01 ran to the door, and as he opened it, he caught sight of the girl going into a random room not far from the room he was in. Doctor J came out, standing behind 01, watching the girl. Only she was not alone. There was a tall, dark-haired man with a sunshine tan that one doesn't get while on a colony in space. He wore a white robe that covered his feet, and he looked to have a golden aura around his head. As Ria passed through the door, the man smiled at 01 and Doctor J.

The man called out to 01,"You'll see her again, young Odin. In a few years you will. Never forget that Heaven has their ever-loving eye on you." Smiling again, the aura around his head blinding, he followed Ria through and closed the door behind him.

Doctor J and 01 ran down the hall to the room the two people had just occupied. When they opened the door, there was no one in the room. The room was bare; There was nothing in it. No people, no furniture, no windows, one exit, no escape without backtracking through the now open door. They were amazed. Maybe the 500-year-old child was not just any child, but a blessed child. Doctor J shrugged his shoulders and kept an ear out for the troublesome girl as he led 01 back to the training room.