Part 4 ^^
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An arm, on a surgical cart, moved down the hall of the Nucleological Center, the most sterile of environments. Followed by Colonel Mace and Dr. Arron Copley.
"This is all that survived?" The Colonel asked; looking skeptical.
"Actually only one cell survived. More than I need." Copley replied; proud of himself.
"Have you identified it?" Mace inquired.
"It's not that easy… We've never encountered anything like it before. You see normal human beings have 40 DNA memo groups... Which is more than enough for any species to perpetuate itself. This one has 200,000!" The Dr. looked to be positively bouncing.
"Talk English Doc."
"This cell is like a huge library. It has infinite genetic knowledge stored inside. Almost like it was...engineered."
"Sounds like a freak of nature to me."
Dr. Copley grinned. "Yes... I can't wait to meet her." Confident that the perfect being will be a she.
The two entered a cylindrical laboratory. There was a huge glass turbine in the middle with the metal glove inside. A DNA chain scrolled on the computer screen. "The composition elements of her DNA chain are the same as ours, there are simply more of them. Tightly packed. Her knowledge is probably limitless…" Copley stated in awe.
"Is there any danger? Some kind of virus?" The Colonel asked; to be sure.
"We put it through the cellular hygiene detector. The cell is for lack of a better word... perfect."
Mace hesitated a moment more. Then he sighed and used his personal key to open the self-destruct box. "Ok, go ahead! But Mrs. Perfect better be polite... Otherwise I turn her into cat food." The Colonel promised.
Copley started the operation rolling as Mace put his hand on the sell-destruct button, ready to use it. Thousands of cells form in the heart of the generator; an assemblage of DNA elements. Then the cells moved down a tube; leaving in an imprint of a human body. Step by step bones are reconstructed with the nervous system and inner organs. Then the muscular systems formed; whole veins wrapped around them next. An entire person was reconstructing as they watched.
Another doctor helping Copley; had been watching the process. "Three seconds to ultra-violet protection." He intoned and a shield slid over the reconstructing body, making it invisible.
Copley turned to Mace. "This is the crucial phase. The reconstruction of pigment. Cells are bombarded with slightly greasy solar atoms; which forces the body cells to react, to protect themselves. That means growing skin. Clever, eh?" Arron said; clearly excited.
"Wonderful!" Mace intoned sarcastically.
The meter slowed and dropped to zero. "End of reconstruction, beginning of reanimation." The assisting Doctor called out. A whoosh of air can be heard in the glass chamber. Colonel Mace still has his hand on the self-destruct button; ready to destroy the being that has barely been reborn.
Copley called for them to activate the life support. An electrical discharge filled the glass chamber; causing the body inside to jerk. After a few moments of silence, the sound of a heartbeat filled the room.
The Supreme Being was alive once again.
The assistant automatically removed the ultra-violet shield. Slowly it revealed... A man; he was currently nude. He was also young and extremely gorgeous. With short, silver, black, and purple hair. Mace stood there gaping. The young man was not quite what their vision of the Supreme Being had been. Copley glanced at Mace and gently pushed his hand away from the self-destruct button.
"I told you ... perfect!"
Mace was hypnotized by the young man's appearance. "I'd, uh, like to get a few pictures… for the archives. Before he wakes up."
Copley looked at him with a grin. A remote-control camera approached the young man's face, and a flash went off. Blinded by the flash, the young man jumped and screamed. He cowered in a corner, shaking from the cold, his eyes darting everywhere, looking for the case he was holding. His hand pressed to the glass and he realized he was trapped. "Ouacra cocha o dayodomo binay ouacra mo cocha ferji akba ligounai makta keratapla." He started to babble, looking imposing despite his nudity. "Tokemata tokemata! Seno santonoi-aypa! Minoi ay Cheba! Givomana seno!" The young man growled as he inspected, just how stuck he was.
"What's he saying?" Mace asked; looking worried.
"Activate the phonic detector." Copley ordered.
The young man kicked at the glass repeatedly.
"Let's give him a light sedative... and something to wear!" Copley shouted.
A pile of spare scrubs dropped out of a trapdoor in the ceiling. The young man snatched up the clothes angrily and tried to dress quickly. Mace drew closer to the glass window; watching the young man dress with undisguised pleasure. "This thing solid?"
"An elephant couldn't crack it." Arron assured.
The Young man finished putting the scrubs on. The obvious delight in the Colonel's eyes, making him shiver. "Teno akta chataman assin-omekta!" He said it like an offended reprimand for Mace's voyeurism.
Colonel Mace smiled; thinking he was safe behind the plate glass window. "You're gonna have to learn to communicate better than that gorgeous, if you want out." Mace chuckled as he dangled the key that will let the Supreme Being out. The young man locked his wide blue eyes with the Colonel's. The Supreme Being then cocked his head; snarled a little in challenge and rammed his fist right through the glass. He grabbed hold of the key and yanked. The chain snapped tight and Mace slammed into the glass, knocking himself out. The young man put his hand through the window again, unlocked the chamber and nearly fell out. He is still bit wobbly on his legs. Two guards tried to grab him and he sent them flying across the room. Copley was most impressed; still he set off a general alarm as the Supreme Being dove through the wall.
The young man ran swiftly through a maze of corridors looking for a way out. He has someone he needs to find. A squad of security guards appear in front of him and open fire without warning. The young man took a leap, grabbing for an air vent. He kicked it out and dove into the air shaft.
The cops try and jump up to the vent, but none can reach it. "Get me a chair or a stepladder. The rest of you go through the main ventilation!" The Police Chief ordered.
~BtP~
The young man moved along, unable to see what was ahead of him. He arrived at a dead-end. It's a grill that lead to the outside; he pushed it out and exited onto the ledge.
He is now on the 450th floor of a building, right in the middle of Manhattan. The city has become monstrous. Buildings rose 600 stories. Cars fly and subways run vertically... He simply stared; his eyes wide with awe. After a moment; the young man edged along the narrow ledge, unfazed by the height.
The Police Chief leaned out of the vent, looking out into the void. He barked at his men to follow the silver haired man. When they refused; he pulled out his gun, in anger. Shooting at the young man; who ducked around the corner of the building. Unfortunately for said young man. The other side was full of cops as well. A flying police car zoomed up in front of him, sirens blaring.
{This is the police. Your status is illegal. Please put up your hands and follow our instructions!}
The young man felt trapped again. He looked down into the endless 450 stories below and all the cars flying underneath him. The silver haired man felt another force guiding him as he raised his arms and dove off.
The young man fell for several seconds; then he crashed through the roof of a flying cab. Jack tried to control his car, reeling from the impact.
{You have just had an accident. Seven points have been temporarily removed...}
Harkness wasn't listening as he managed to stop his cab and pulled over to the side. Jack sighed and looked in the back seat to see what the damages were. He called out for survivors.
The young man, a bit dazed (who wouldn't be), emerged from the debris and sat up. There was some blood on his face and he was covered in soot and grime. The Captain was still stunned; the young man was still alive and... Absolutely gorgeous! His heart heading for a meltdown as the silver haired young man sensed something in Jack and grinned childishly at him. "Akina delutan, nou-shan."
"'Scuse me?"
The young man just continued on in the strange language. The Captain didn't get a word, but can't help being entranced by those cupid bow lips. "…Boom!"
"Yeah ok. I get boom." Jack laughed.
"Bada boom." The young man added gravely.
"Yeah big, big bada boom." Harkness enthused.
"Bi-biag bi-ig? Bada big boom? Big boom!" The young man replied, trying to learn the new word and getting more excited. Then grinned that kid grin again when Jack joined in.
A police car with wailing sirens halted in front of Jack; just as Harkness was marveling that his new passenger isn't dead or seemingly hurt. "You have an unauthorized passenger in your vehicle. We are going to arrest him. Please leave your hands on the wheel. Thank you for your cooperation." The cop stated over a speaker.
"Sorry blue eyes, but I only got one point left on my license and I gotta get to the garage!" The Captain tried to explain.
The police car pressed up against the cab and doors from both cars slide open. Huge guns point at his and Jack feels lousy. The young man's helpless; there are tears in his eyes, he looks exhausted. Harkness glances at his in the rear view mirror; watching the silver haired man; looking all around. Trying to find something to help him communicate with the Captain. There's an ad on the back of the seat. An 800 number to help an orphanage. A teary photo of a kid over the words, Please Help. The young man looked to Jack with wide eyes full of pure distress. "Pl-please... He-help..."
Jack can't resist his plea and tried to beg his own case. "Don't put me in this position... I can't... I'm late as it is..." But he cannot say no to those big baby blues and then there was the lip wobble... "Mickey's gonna kill me." The Captain mumbled; then shut off the meter and floored it, sideswiping the police car as he roared away.
{Your license has been revoked. Would you please...}
Jack whips out a gun and shatters the loudspeaker. "I hate when people cry... I got no defense..." He muttered and the young man looked shy, but pleased with the outcome.
The police car took off after them, sirens screeching and an insane chase ensued.
~BtP~
Jack and his flying taxi are absolute masters of the air. The cops have trouble following him but then another cop car showed up to join in the fun. Harkness drove like a man possessed, nothing could stop him. Except the dead-end he's just come up against.
"Daya deo dono Dato. Dalutan!"
"It there's one thing I don't need advice on gorgeous; it's how to drive." Jack replied with a wink in his rear view; turning his cab sideways and scraping through a narrow passageway, ripping his taxi light from the roof.
One police car smashed into the wall and the other one braked just in time. "Shit! Attention all-patrol cars!" The cop called out as he made a U-turn, looking for a wider passageway.
Surrounded by dense fog; the police car roared up, sirens screaming. Then it slowed down and checked out a dead-end flanked by a large vertical neon billboard. The dead-end was empty.
Jack's cab was hidden vertically behind the billboard. Seeing nothing, the police drive away. "We'll wait till things quiet down a bit. You mind gorgeous?" Harkness asked.
The young man grabbed the Captain's shirt collar and pulled him close. Then whispered in his ear. "...Priest..."
"You're not that bad... Come on we'll get you to a doctor." Jack promised, but the young man wasn't deterred.
He handed Harkness the handle of the case, struck with the three Egyptian suns. "Th-Theta... Sig…Sigma… Priest..."
"Theta Sigma?" The Captain clarified and the young man nodded, then fainted. Jack was somewhat lost, faced with so much mystery.
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The door opened. Jack was standing there with the unconscious young man in his arms. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a priest." He stated; feeling embarrassed.
"Weddings are one floor down. Congratulations." Theta replied tiredly and closed the door. Only to have the doorbell rung again.
"He's not my bride, he's my fare. He's looking for this Priest Theta Sigma. According to the phone guide, he lives here." Jack explained as he barged in with a huff.
"That's me. But I don't know who he is... Where did you say you found him?" Priest Sigma asked; confused.
"He dropped in on me... holding this." Jack explained; handing the young looking Priest the metal handle with the three Egyptian suns, stamped on it.
"The fi-fi-fifth e-element!" Theta gasped before he fainted.
Jack; still with the young man in his arms, looked around helpless. "Mickey's really gonna kill me…"
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