Day 11 of testing. 03:57. 12/25/50
The
test subject (TS) is still inactive, and has not responded to the
chemicals given. The chemicals given were supposed to heal the body 30%
faster and to wake it up, but this has been unsuccessful. The surgeries
have been successful, and the engineers are quite happy with the
results. Dr. Eta, signing off. Hail to Harvard!
Day 12 of testing. 07:03. 12/26/50
TS
is showing signs of reacting to chemicals. It appears to be waking up,
and we will soon be able to commence with more tests. I am happy with
this result. Hail to Harvard!
Day 13. 01:07. 12/27/50
TS has escaped. Search parties are out now.
I
run. It is what I do best. I run into the sun, away from hell. Away
from the needles, the knives, the pain when I have no nerves. Away from
the fear. I run, for I am fast. Why? I am TS. That is why. Test
Subject. I should listen to them. I did once. But I died when I did.
They took me, changed me, broke me. Dr. Eta told them to. All because
they needed a warrior.
I
run into the sunrise, into the pure, unbroken light. My sensors feel
metal behind me, traveling as fast as they can, which is almost as fast
as me. They thought I would be slower, but I tricked them. I ran slowly
when they tested. They though that was my maximum speed. They thought I
was obedient. They were wrong.
I
ping, knowing they will hear it, but I need to hide. To trick. To camouflage. A cave is near, but they will know about that. I see moving
metal behind me. I see an explosion of the metal. They overloaded. They
were worried that would happen to me. But they were wrong. That is one
of the many things they were wrong about. They were wrong about so may
things.
There.
A hole. A water hole. The regulars use them. Have I really run that
far? I must have. They do not see it, for they scan for metal and
terrain. Not stone. They debated whether to make me of stone or not, but
Dr. Eta said they would not be able to find me if they did. They cannot
scan for stone.
I
jump, leaving a bomb fifteen yards behind me. It explodes, and I am in
water. I cannot feel it, but I see the water. They will think I
overloaded and blew up. They will need to start again. I will have to go
and destroy the factory before they can, and I must kill Dr. Eta.
I
had a name once. They tried to wipe me, but I clung to that name while
they did, hoping I would remember that one sliver of hope. It is faint,
but I remember.
I am Mari.
I
lay there for some time, feeling as they investigate. They say there
are bomb fragments, not TS fragments. They say I have tricked them.
Where am I? they ask. They cannot scan for me. I am encased in my
salvation. Stone. They cannot scan through stone.
I
am tuned into their channel, and they do not know I am there. That is
how they designed me. To be invisible. They say Eta is coming to see for
herself. She will not find me. I am 20 feet deep in this water hole. I
have hidden myself against the rock, camouflaged.
A
car rumbles. I feel it. Dr. Eta is here. I feel her high heels
vibrating through the ground. She demands a report. The poor soldier
says they had chased me all the way out here. There was an explosion,
and then I was gone.
"Did it ping?" the doctor demands.
"Yes sir. Shortly before it blew up." The soldier stammers.
Eta
growls, an animalistic sound that scares me half to death. If I could
die. I cannot die. I have been made to withstand the blows of 20 tanks
armed with the most powerful explosives in the world. I can withstand 50
machine guns for 2 hours. And yet they think I am dead. Humans are
small minded. They would be better off with me as their leader.
I
shake my head. That is what Eta wants me to think. That is why they
made me. To rule the world. And through me, they will rule the universe.
That is the reason for my existence.
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