Origin of Miyu

Tokyo Bay Underwater Bio-dome – Week 13

09:00 Laboratory 3 Level 2

August 14

The moment she was aware of her own existence she knew that she was different somehow. The girl was also aware that she was not alone – though it was muffled, the young girl could hear the sounds of others talking. For the longest time her world remained dark and cold, but now she was able to finally open her eyes and search out her surroundings. Her vision was blurred by the organic fluid that she occupied, but she could make out the forms of the people milling round the huge laboratory. Two of these people were standing side-by-side; the male was staring into his electronic clipboard that was linked to a nearby console, and his female teammate leaned with one hand pressed up against the thick glass of the girl's incubation tank. The two seemed to be deep in conversation, though the girl could not understand what was being said; she neither comprehended the intellectual discussion nor the language they were using.

"…To think that out of all the specimens, she is the only one who survived this far. I had almost lost all hope after all the others did not make it past the first trimester," the female genetics engineer replied with a saddened tone. Her lab partner merely grunted as he systematically went through all of his diagnostics. Although he did not express it, he too was rather disappointed with the outcome. As the two continued their work, an older man approached wearing a satisfied grin.

"It couldn't be helped I'm afraid. We ran out of the necessary resources to keep them all alive…sacrifices had to be made. Afterall, we are running an underground operation here. To ask for more from our larger more powerful branch would arise suspicion. If you ask me, this is just fine. Once we are able to acquire the needed materials, then we can try again. In the meantime, let's work with what we have and hope for the best."

The old man walked closer so he could look his specimen in the eye. The girl stared blankly back at him as he smiled and pointed to himself.

"Take a good look at me, child. I am your creator…your father and mother. When it's time for you to fully awaken, you'll answer only to me."

"Doctor I doubt she understands a word you are saying. She's still in the early stages of development. But from the look of her data, she's actually progressing much faster than we originally predicted," the engineer explained. The old man nodded and rubbed his balding head.

"Good Good. I expect nothing less from my creation. Keep up with the good work and let me know if anything changes. We want to make sure that she is going to be at one hundred percent when it comes time for her to run through all the simulators."

"Yes, of course Doctor. You'll be the very first one informed."

When the young girl opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the comfort of her incubation tank. She had been in suspended animation for the past two weeks since her removal, and now she was breathing pure concentrated oxygen as it circulated inside the clear pod. Her muscles were still too weak to move on her own, but she was strong enough to turn her head to search out her new environment. The girl was no longer in the lab where she was born; the room was painted white and was clean and static-free, and around her scientists dressed in anti-contaminate uniforms worked diligently on nearby computers. A tall slender male scientist approached the recuperation pod and looked down at her; the helmet he wore prevented her from seeing his face, but the instant he spoke to her she recognized his voice.

"So you're finally awake Miyu. Don't try to move too much, your muscles are still developing. We need to run a few more test before we're sure that you're ready for training," the scientist stated. Another scientist stepped forward with a file of papers.

"Dr. Martinez, here are the reports you wanted, fresh from the lab," the young scientist replied. The taller man nodded and took the folder from him, then returned his attention to the mini computer console that was connected to Miyu's pod; it was constantly updating data, from the girl's heart rate, to every neuron synapse that happened within the last millisecond.

"Any news from the top side? The last I heard ZERO was beginning to run their tests on the bioweapons…," the young scientist questioned. Doctor Martinez nodded his head again, walking passed his younger collegue to sit down at one of the terminals. He typed in a few codes and within a few minutes was inside of ZERO's main database.

"Yes, just last week they ran their very first tests on the 'Angels'. So far they are receiving positive feedback. I anticipate that before long, Miyu will have fully caught up assuming that all of the additional genetic enhancements work flawlessly. We have a very powerful weapon at our disposal…," Martinez replied, almost excitedly.

"I agree, Doctor. She is almost fully programmed…I am very interested in seeing what she is capable of. A Gen-2 Genocide Angel Prototype…Imagine the possibilities should all the tests prove positive..,"

"Believe me, they will. I have full confidence that our little 'Angel' will perform at twice…no…three times the capacity of her predecessors. And once she is ready for mass production, she'll lead an army to clear the streets of Tokyo of the lowly filth that clogs that city. Absolutely nothing will stand in our…her way."

As the girl slept, vivid pictures ran simultaneously through her mind. She was not aware that she was actually being tested; Miyu had been placed in a virtual fighting arena, though she didn't really understand the concept. She felt no different than if she were in the real world; sound and sight and even smell and touch were just as 'real' as they would be in an actual environment. There was even a gently breeze that ruffled her two-toned black and silver hair. As she looked around her, Miyu took the time to familiarize herself with the terrain – everywhere she looked there were old and half destroyed buildings, the streets were mostly empty besides a few cars. The young bio-weapon snapped back to attention when she heard a voice in her head; she recognized it as the old man scientist.

"Miyu, your objective is to destroy any and all obstructions in your path. The body suit you're wearing will be sending data back to us, so do your best. You've also been armed with two firearms…Make me proud," the old man replied. Miyu looked down at her waist where two .45 millimeters were strapped to her waist. Without even thinking, she pulled them out of their holster and prepared for battle. Almost instantly, men dressed in strange bio suits armed with weapons as well, began pouring from a building behind her. The bio-weapon Miyu reacted with cat-like reflexes and leapt out of the way of their on-slaught.

Two at a time the men began dropping like flies as Miyu emptied clips at them. Their own bullets whizzed passed her as she dodged in and out of the gun fire. When all of the men were lying disabled on the ground Miyu moved on, feeling a rush of adrenaline and bloodlust wash over her – she couldn't comprehend it but she wanted more, she wanted to fight something stronger, faster than her.And most of all...she wanted to kill, to see blood.

In the laboratory, the old man accompanied by four of his colleagues stood by and watched the data as it filled up the screen. They chattered excitedly among themselves at the results they were getting.

"Look at this! Her neural kinetics are way off the scale. This is even better than we hoped for. If she keeps progressing at this rate she'll be the strongest 'Angel' yet…," one genetic engineer stated as she leaned over the old man's shoulder.

"Yes, but I'm wondering if we can truly base that on this data. Afterall, it is just a simulation…If we can perhaps test her potential on the outside…"

"All in due time, my friend. For now we'll have to settle for these simulations. But I have arranged for a tester cybot to be built just to see her in true action." The old man got up from his seat and walked over to where his creation lay in her virtual slumber. A young scientist with a British accent stepped forward.

"But Doctor Inoue, don't you think that's a little too risky. We are under hundreds of tons of water. Should something go wrong…"

"Relax, Doctor Reuter. The walls of this facility are at least three feet thick. The cybot that is under construction will be under our complete control. For anything to go wrong we would have to intentionally damage the structure. Nothing will go wrong."

22:00 Staff Quarters Sub-Level 4

August 28

Miyu sat quietly on the sleeper cot in the room to which she was assigned; she had just finished an entire day of simulations and now she was waiting for one of the scientists to bring her something to eat. She casually looked around her – the room was actually quiet bare. The walls were painted a dull white, but had two small portholes for windows that showed the blackness of the outside waterworld. There was also a lack of furnishing, only the sleeper cot she would use to rest, a small table with a lamp and a tall closet up against the opposite wall. Miyu looked towards the closed door as it opened, and in stepped in the old doctor Inoue – he carried in with him a tray of assorted food, hot from the kitchen. The old scientist smiled as he sat on the sleeper cot next to the young teenager and placed the tray across her lap.

"I brought this just for you, dear. Of course some of my colleagues disagree with me treating you so special, but you are the only one of my creations that has survived. I feel I have every right to spoil you with treats…I had the chefs fix some of the greatest delicacies on the planet. Everyone else is asleep now so there is plenty more if you want it. I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you…," the old man replied softly. Miyu looked down at the tray of food, then back at the old man.

"…This…all for Miyu?," the girl questioned innocently. The scientist nodded and patted her on the head.

"Yes yes, enjoy Miyu. It's all for you…"

The teenage bio weapon helped herself to the tray of tasty food as the old scientist watched in awe. She occasionally looked up to catch the man staring, but didn't seem to mind. As Miyu continued to eat quietly, the scientist reached forward and brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her eyes; the right eye was a brilliant emerald green, while her left a deep ocean blue.

"Miyu, you are a genetically enhanced human…and a rather beautiful one at that. You really impressed us all with your performance tests today. I have no doubt that you'll be the most powerful 'Angel' yet. I can't wait to see how you do against a real opponent," he replied, and as Miyu was still distracted with her food, he placed a hand on her back and rubbed her gently. The girl swallowed her food and glared at him, not sure of what to make of the situation. But without blinking, she spun and grabbed the man by the wrist with one hand, then put him in a headlock with the other.

"..You not touch Miyu! Miyu doesn't like that," the young bio weapon growled. The old man gritted his teeth in pain, but eventually broke into a smile.

"Heh Heh. T-This is just what I'd expect from you…You're strong, that's perfect."

After a few minutes, Miyu released him from her death grip and crawled up to the head of the bed, sitting up facing him with a stern look on her face. He cleared his throat and picked up the now empty tray, now heading to the door.

"Someone will be here first thing tomorrow morning to wake you up for phase two of your training. Get some rest…" Then he stepped out of the door and closed it behind him.

Today had been an especially strenuous day of training – the 'Angel' was just getting back to her living space and lying wide-awake in her sleeper cot. Most of the training she didn't mind, in fact some of it was enjoyable. Getting to blow things up, even if they were merely simulations, was fun for her. But…She couldn't help be wonder what she was doing all this for. She had heard from her creators and that she would lead a 'revolution', not that she knew what that meant. But she wondered if that was her only purpose. Was she only a machine to be used for violence? Was she just some test-tube experiment that her creators would dispose of when they were finished or if she failed to please their expectations? That last thought caused her to sit up and stare blankly into the darkness. All of this wondering, concerning…worrying. Was this a part of her original programming? Did she always have the ability to think for herself…free will? Miyu had no idea where the two words came from, but she was beginning to become aware of an aspect of herself that she had never even considered. She could tell them no, instead of instantaneously following orders. Up until this point she had done whatever they told her without hesitation They had told her how strong she was, how no one would ever stand in her way. If that was true, then if she were to rebel she would go un-apposed, unchallenged. She could do as she wished and there would be nothing they could do about it. The 'Genocide Angel' slowly made up her mind, and began planning her strategy. She would wait until she knew her 'masters' guards were down. Then she would make her move. The only problem was getting a hold of some weapons.