The Sin of Power

This is something I wrote for my Sophomore year and got a hundred on it! Please leave comments, critiques and opinions! ^^

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1. Sin of Power

 

There it sat, inside the tube, a large tube, not a small one. It was filled with a strange liquid; it was thick and immobilizing yet flowing and loose. Inside the tube was a creature unlike any known species known. It floated there in suspended animation, not moving, perfectly still. It wasn't dead, but it had no name, just a verification number; 24439, it was chosen for passing a series of tests. It was prepared. On the pedestal sitting next to the tube sat a large spherical device and test tubes of different DNA, among which there was one recognizable race; human. Also upon the pedestal were many different wires of different colors and sizes, and a few microchips that were barely visible. Two creatures bearing much resemblance to the one in the tube proceeded into the room. Off of their large bodies hung shaggy hairs of a grey color. Their eyes were a milky white with no visible pupils. Out of their bottom jaw that jutted out protruded two ivory colored tusks. Their hands were large and the fingers had long sharp nails that could be defined as claws. As one opened its mouth to speak it revealed a neat row of jagged teeth and a long geographically correct tongue, it spoke in a language not understood by any other race.

"Is it ready yet? “Asked one to the other, this one held a "clipboard" looking device.

"Almost, very soon it will be complete, very soon indeed." replied the other. This one held nothing, but wore a black suit that covered his body alone, sort of like spandex, with strands of red light running down it, but otherwise he looked like his associate. He stepped towards the tube and looked up and down.

"Are you sure we should go through with this?" asked the one holding the clipboard. He had an uneven tone in his voice, it almost sounded nervous.

"We must, the war chiefs demanded this within the next GEN, if we don't deliver the weapon then we will be executed." said the one in the suit in reply to the other. He reached down towards the bottom of the tube and took out a wire from underneath it. The wire was of no particular color but it had lights running up and down it, he took the wire and attached it to the orb on the pedestal. The orb began to hum and glow with an eerie green light. He took one of the strands off of the suit and crushed it in his palms. The strand became a glowing red dust which he pressed over his eyes. The red dust changed color and shape and became goggles over his eyes. The lens of the goggles were a turquoise and binary code ran through it.

"Are we initiating the first phase?" asked the one with the clipboard.

"Indeed and a little prematurely." replied the one by the tube.

The one with the clipboard touched it and it glowed brightly, he made movements that looked like he was "typing" with his fingers. The lights in the room dimmed more than they were and the cryo tube glowed more intensely.

"Energy has been sufficiently switched," Said the one with the clipboard.

"Good, the procedure will be completed earlier than we had expected; it will give it time to adapt.” said the one in the suit.

About nineteen human hours later both of the creatures left the room. The doorway that they left through had a forcefield form as they passed through. The room's lights went from dim to a bright fluorescent glow. The tube began to shake, the subject inside had the appearance of a twenty three year old human male, and it was moving. The tube began cracking and the liquid started to flow out. Suddenly the tube exploded and there he stood, approximately seven feet tall and 95 kilograms. He had a golden blonde hair, his skin was fair and pale, his physique did not give away what he was truly capable of, he was skinny and looked slightly frail.

"Welcome number 24439, this is your first day of 'life'." said a voice that resounded from an intercom on the high ceiling of the lab.

"Where am I? What am I? Who am I?" asked the man to himself in slurred English.

"Ah, yes, the Nano chips that activate translations are working fine," said the voice switching to very intelligible English.

“Answer my damn questions!" Screamed the man, his voice echoed around the room so much it created sort of a "repeat effect".

"All in good time," The voice said calmly.

A small spherical structure came down from the ceiling; it had little devices all around its hemispheres.

"Select your weapon." said the sphere in a monotone voice.

The man just shook his head and waved the robot away. The robot left the room via the ceiling and the man was alone once more.

"Let the testing begin," said the voice.

From one of the other doors in the lab stepped out a robot that had a stalky humanoid structure to it, every step it too looked awkward and uncomfortable. Its eyes (photorecievers) were a shade of cruel red, it was deep and intense. Its body had only a visible, metallic outer shell that presumably covered wiring and other fragile equipment. The robot stopped approaching the man at about thirty feet.

"Fight." said the voice over the intercom.

The robot ran at the man, and as it did so it pulled out a long baton that had electrical energy crackling all around it. The man simply stepped aside as the robot got close to him. The man slapped the robot in the back of the head. A sound that was between a ringing bell and breaking glass was made as the man slapped the robot. The photorecievers that the robot had dimmed to a faint blue and the robot fell to the floor.

"Good indeed, phase one is complete, there are only forty nine left to go. Number 24439 you do not disappoint," said the voice.

Only one human hour passed and the testing was complete, the floor of the lab was littered with parts of different robots and a variety of cruel-looking weapons. Above all of the rubbish was the man without a scratch on his body, he was snickering; he no longer looked afraid or confused but focused and angry.

"I'm done with your stupid tests. I broke all of your toys. And I believe I passed, now let me out," Said the man with an even and unwavering tone in a perfect English.

"I'm afraid we can't do that." said the voice over the intercom with slight hint of fear.

"That's too bad. Then I'll let myself out and kill you." said the man.

The man ran at the forcefield but bounced off when he made impact. He laughed; it was in his programming, his nature to find a way out of a given situation. He searched through his many artificial memories and found forcefields. He then found that he could redirect energy by using other energies. He looked back, the voices and robots left him a nice little toy box of energy he could use. He grabbed a baton out of the debris and flicked it at the forcefield. There was a buzzing noise, like something was overloading. The baton began to gravitate towards the hall outside of the forcefield, he pulled and the force field stopped humming. A bright flash of yellow light signaled for the man to get out.

"I told you to let me out, now I broke another one of your toys and I'm going to permanently borrow this one," snickered the man.

He ran down the hall to the room where he assumed a creature was talking over the intercom and busted down the door with two punches.

"Well hello, hello, hello, hello what do I spy with my little eye? Two weren playing games with me? Well I'm sorry, the play date's over. Mummy just called me and she wants me home," said the man with a cruel and sarcastic tone.

The two creatures (now identified as weren) were cowering in a corner, the one with the clipboard frantically made motions all over the clipboard. The one in the suit just cowered. The man stepped forward slowly, advancing towards the two extremely scared weren. He raised the baton over his head and struck at the one playing with his clipboard. As the baton made contact the weren made seizure like motions, the body shuddered with extreme intensity. As the man followed through with the blow a loud crunching noise resounded. The weren's head was knocked off partially, blood flowed from the killing blow inflicted on the weren, the bone in the neck was shattered and the body continued twitching from the energy of the baton.

"Handy little toy, much better than an action figure." said the man.

"Please, don't kill me!" screamed the one in the suit.

“Oh, Please don't kill me, I'm a goddamned scientist!" mocked the man in a high pitched squeaky voice.

"I'll tell you anything, anything......" He looked over to the body of his associate and shuddered.

"Oh, goody! Then you won't mind telling me who I am?" The man said. 
"You are number 24439, a secret weapon project, genetically engineered and augmented, mixed with mechanics and DNA mixtures. You used to be a weren but you tested at a young age and far surpassed many of the others that were submitted. Your name is lost." said the weren.

"Interesting, so I was your toy in your lab? This was just a game. I have no loyalties or ties? Goodbye." The man said calmly. He raised the baton over his head and struck the last weren so hard that the body crumpled. All of the bones in the body shattered at once, he was now much like a pretzel, unable to call for help or move. The man just decided to leave it to die.

The man retrieved the "clipboard" and stalked out of the room, it took him a while to reach the exit door of the lab. When he reached it, he slumped to the ground, exhausted from exerting all of his energies to escaping and fighting robots. The man raised the clipboard to look at it, a glowing message was on the screen of the device;

:: PROJECT DATA THUS FAR ::

::HE WAS SETUP PREMATURELY AND WE ARE AFRAID HIS STAMINA IS WEAK, HE HAS PASSED THE TESTS SO FAR THOUGH. HE SEEMS TO BE A LITTLE REBELLIOUS AND INQUISITIVE UNFORTUNATELY. I THINK WE GAVE HIM A LITTLE TOO MUCH PERSONALITY FOR A WEAPON, BUT MY COMRADE THINKS OTHERWISE. HE HAS COMPLETED ALL OF THE TESTS AND NO ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE THE LAB SUCCEED, IT IS STRANGELY AMUSING TO WATCH HIM AND HIS FUTILE ATTEMPTS.

::HE HAS BREACHED THE FIELD, I AM PREPARED TO TAKE WHAT WE WERE TOLD MAY HAPPEN WHEN WE TOOK THE PROJECT. MY COMRADE IS TOO PROUD AND AFRAID TO ACCEPT DEATH HONORABLY. AS I DIE I SAY, THE PROJECT WAS A SUCCESS.::

::TEKRIS LABS, FIRST OFFICER COROCK'S LOG.

::STATUS: TERMINATED

::END LOG::

:: LOG SENT::

"Damn!" Whispered the man, still exhausted, “Now they know I'm coming, son of a ....."

He was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching his direction. It was a clunky metallic sound, not an organic noise, as the sound got closer four robots came into view. They were much like the ones he'd just trained against. He was too weak to fend them off and fell unconscious when he was hit with the baton.

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