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Topic Started: Sep 27 2013, 11:02 AM (101 Views)
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'What do you think you're doing?' One of the scientists of the ST department, located on Namek, said to his colleague as he held a scalpel over a fresh corpse that looked more human than anything else found on Namek.

Probably so because it had been sent by the FST, First Scientific Tactics, that was located back on Earth, and could be called a somewhat unknown and theoretical based division of the Red Ribbon army. They produced almost nothing aside from lines of programming to be used in most hard- and software. They also provided notes on how to position or even replace the major organs in the human body to function even beyond death.

One scientist by the name of Lucas Strenger abused this knowledge and had been experimenting on at least dozens of corpses. The world had known of androids, beings that were mainly robotic with some hints of humanity left so they could blend in and pose as a human being, but with strength far exceeding that of the average human.

The world had known of cyborgs, beings that were more robotic than androids, and were mainly used for warfare and had no need to pretend to be a part of the human race. Strength far exceeding that of even androids made sure they had nothing to fear, at least not in theory. Their major weakness, though many considered it an advantage, was having no emotions, no pain, no limit. They were often considered the supercomputers of their time, with the same flaw as a supercomputer without a stop button. Tell it to calculate something and it just calculates away. These cyborgs, in the same way, continued to wreak havoc without any thought of their own body.

Cyborgs were a force to be reckoned with, but never gave up or slowed down, and soon became apparent they could not function without repairs as they could not do that themselves.

The next step was a cyborg that was more human. This was succeeded and was deemed the most successful of all the robotic creations. This went as far as giving humans cybernetic implants; portable mechanic lungs that created their own oxygen, lumbar support to be able to carry more weight than any human, optical zoom without giving up regular sight, heat vision. All that without giving up emotions. These beings were still able to feel, and knew when to stop before they over exerted themselves, all the while being capable of perchance the most important human feat: choice.

The step that followed, under the assumption that a scientist was never done practicing science, was elongating life without really altering the lifestyle. Soon, after multiple attempts of replacing the hearts of rats with an artificial ones he found that the longest a rat remained alive this way in the first few tries was two minutes, so this way seemed a dead end, but did not mean Strenger would stop experimenting. It was only logical he could not pour all his free time into a test that could potentially last for over a century.

The next step was taking a human body and instead of replacing the organs, injecting the body with self reproducing nanites. This worked like a charm, for the most part. Strenger had been on the verge of injecting himself with nanites to repair his failing organs as he witnessed one of his test subjects dying despite the nanites. It seemed the body began rejecting the organs created by the nanites, but not the nanites themselves.

It took him five years to figure out how to make a body accept the nanites and what they made, and was able to keep even a mayfly - with a lifespan of about 5 minutes - alive for a few months until the doctor himself passed away, unable to bring his findings to the public due to not taking notes.

The only thing he had left was a rat. A seemingly normal rat.

'What in the hell does it look like I'm doing?' The scientist bent over the corpse and buried the scalpel neatly in the chest, and cut it open with one swift stroke downwards. He put down the scalpel and grabbed the skin flaps before pulling them aside, revealing the still and rank heart of the dead one, with ribs covering both it and the lungs, with neat looking intestines under the ribcage, lying there with nothing but liver as company.

His colleague resisted the urge to gag and put his hands over his nose because of the smell and briefly closed his eyes. 'This.. oh god-' He grabbed one of the nearby tanks that would have been used for test subjects and threw up in it, which made his colleague look up in anger.

'The hell did you do that for, Frank?'
'I.. ugh.. yeah..'

Frank put down the tank and scurried around for a lid to put on top of it so it wouldn't spill. 'I'll get rid of it right away.'

'No, no, don't throw it out. I needed some vomit to test anyway.'

His colleague who was holding the tank filled with vomit looked up after slowly letting go of his own vomit with a disgusted look on his face. 'You..? Right.' He shook his head and crossed his arms. 'No questions from me, boss.'

His gaze then turned over to the exposed dead guy on the huge technical table and frowned a bit. 'But again, what are you going to do with this poor guy?' He asked as he noticed his colleague going for a syringe filled with a grey liquid. 'Woah, woah!' He stepped over to his syringe holding colleague and grabbed his shoulders in order to hold him in place. 'That is the compound we have gotten from the FST department for tests on plants, to help the Namekian race.'

'Screw those slow minded green slugs!' The man holding the syringe shrugged Frank off and stepped over to the dead man, only to lean over him and stop moving. 'Have you ever wondered why we're here studying things that might benefit races far inferior to humans?'
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'Because we.. care?' Frank responded.

His colleague threateningly turned around and widened his eyes as he rose the volume in his voice. 'No you fucking dimwit! Because Earth despises us! Because people are afraid of what we will do if we're let free, that our scientific research will go out of control if let loose upon the subject of our choosing!'

'But..' Frank muttered. 'This is what I choose, not anything else.. as far as people being afraid goes, I don't really mind. We're not doing anything to harm them, the only thing I care about is our research.'

His colleague turned around to face the cut open dead man on the table and ticked against the syringe a few times. The liquid began moving faster and the needle started dripping all inside the chest of the dead man. 'As do I.' He said as he jammed the needle into the heart of the dead guy and injected the grey liquid.

As the intestines and veins of the dead guy began to slowly turn grey the doctor closed the skin flaps and repeated. 'As do I.'

'Because' He continued as the skin of the dead guy began throbbing a little bit as the grey liquid underneath went from organ to organ, repairing the dead body to the best of its extent. 'let's be real, we're smarter than they make us out to be. It is nothing but futile to have two great minds spend their waking moments on a cure for dead plants. Just think of what the possibilities would be if we could cure dead people, even if it means adding a mechanical part indigenous to the body.'

Frank struggled to comprehend as he looked back and forth between the dead one on the slab and his colleague. 'But.. David, Dave, really, what is the point of curing the dead? Are we not better off preventing death rather than curing it? We were never supposed to cure the dead, we were supposed to make plants grow without ever dying.' He shook his head and looked at a potted plant that had been thriving and pretty much burst out of its pot since the experiment began, and that was over five years ago.

David slammed his hands on the table and laughed. 'We were supposed to make a difference, Frank! We were supposed to change the way we live! Think about it.' He turned around and widened his arms, as if pointing to the entire planet. 'Everything you see would be ours if we could get the human race to live again and again. I agree it's not really optimal, having people die and die again, but it would be a major breakthrough. One the military would be happy to pay for.'

'The.. military?' Frank asked confused as the dead body began to convulse. 'The military doesn't care about undying soldiers.'

'Have you listened? They would still die, just be reborn on the spot like a phoenix. The very idea of it is exhilarating! The idea of having every enemy of the human race be swept up in the fire of the phoenix! None would stand a chance!'

But,' Frank began once more. 'have you ever thought about what this would mean if it were to backfire? We would have killed more people than if we actually did what we were paid to do!'

'Screw being paid, it is the dominion of the human race I care about, even if it means forfeiting a few lives. Even if it means dying myself.' Dave said ominously with a gaze to his colleague, and slowly he grasped the scalpel he used to slice open the twitching body next to him. He threw a gaze in the direction of the dead body and the leaking syringe next to it as he stepped towards Frank.

'The cure has already taken a hold of the body, we will soon see what it does, despite never having tested it on actual humans beside myself.' He cracked his knuckles by balling his hand into a fist and smiled at his colleague. 'And I must say, it works like a charm so far.'

Frank stood nailed in place, flabbergasted and talking incoherently. 'You. No wait. You actually, you did, injected, your own..? Syringe.. what?' He shook himself out of it and fixed his gaze on his colleague. 'You fucking tested it on yourself?! What if it didn't work like you had planned?!'

'My dear, dear Frank.' Dave said as he buried the scalpel into the mechanical panel next to the door with excessive force. 'Would you rather I tested it on you? But you weren't even dying..'

'You were.. dying?'

Dave nodded. 'It would be nothing but a matter of time, I had a tumor in my head. It was malign, of course. So I injected myself with this serum we got from FST to help prolong plant life, and waited to see what it did. I of course took measures to avoid you seeing anything of it, the scans, the actual injecting.'

'Aside from you dying and being desperate,' Frank muttered. 'why didn't I know of these deliveries?'

'That,' Dave began with a smile on his face. 'would be because you never asked for them. Like a good dog you used what you were given, and other than food and sleep you never did anything out of character. It was easy for me to figure out your pattern and distract you long enough for me to do these things.'

Frank raised his finger but slowly lowered it as he saw the body on the table slightly move its index finger. He almost sprinted towards it and smiled back at Dave, as if he had forgotten all about what he had said.

'Did you just see it move? Did you just see him lift his finger?' He asked in a nervous, but happy tone. 'This is.. this is a major breakthrough! Do you know what this means?!'

Dave laughed silently. 'This means that we can begin our conquest on Namek.'
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'W-what?' Frank turned around with a concerned look. 'No, n-no. That was not what I-'

'Imagine the looks on the faces of the military leaders, the political leaders! The fame we will get! Known by every human! Hired by whatever concern we want! No more doing what someone else wants! This, my dear Frank, is the beginning of a new era! I am continuing what Strenger has started, and am succeeding!'

Frank's face turned to stone, it seemed. His eyes gazed blankly forward as he tried to place the name Strenger into a cubicle. He knew that name from somewhere.. 'I know tha-' It suddenly hit home. 'You continued what that madman started?!' He blurted out. 'You know he did nothing besides trying to strengthen..' He suddenly realized what Dave was saying. 'Trying to strengthen the human race.'

'Someone has been hitting the history books!' Dave clapped. 'although, what he wanted was not so much to strengthen the human race as to strengthen the human mind. And what better way to increase the potential of the mind than to live indefinitely and learn indefinitely?'

'But Strenger has been dead for over 80 years!'

Dave sighed. 'Indeed he has. The world lost a great man in him.' He paused for a mere second as if in mourning. 'But his experiments, however not stored in notes like the other weak minded would do, did survive until now.'

'What.. do you mean?'

Dave sighed ones more at the ignorance of his colleague. 'A moment will arrive that I will no longer be able to indulge in your questions as I will just ignore your puny pleads for intelligence, that moment is not now, however. I may need you yet.' Frank felt a chill running down his spine and saw the body on the table behind Dave move a leg this time. Something was happening, and Frank and Dave both knew it.

The mad scientist turned around, looked at the body on the table, moving more and more each second. Whether it was out of will or because the grey liquid had an adverse effect on the body Dave did not care, he was merely amazed by the fact his test subject did something. 'You see, Strenger had done experiments on humans, animals and plants alike. Because, as every weak minded scientist thinks, great results come from starting small.'

Dave turned around once more and smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest. 'I do not do such things. Where is the fun to be found in not taking any risks? After all, risks are taken in the name of science always, are they not?'

Frank had given up on questioning anything his colleague said and backed towards the wall behind him. He was starting to fear what would happen with the body behind Dave. What if it really did come back like he had intended? What would it feel? Would it feel at all? And as part of him knew it was wrong, and illegal since Strenger had preformed such ill test, he couldn't help but be intrigued, but scared.

Dave stepped closer to his colleague as if to stop him from running away. He nodded to the door behind him and the panel next to it, infused with a scalpel to stop the door from working as sparks flew out of it every few seconds. 'You know there is no escape, Frank.' He said ominously. 'So why not just listen to what I have to say?'

Deep down Frank knew his colleague was right, the room, seeing as it was used to just serve scientific ends, was designed as a tomb. It was underground with no windows, no constructed way outside. The steel had been built thick enough to withstand the crushing weight of the dirt. The only purpose of the door was that of a separate chamber with a refrigerator and two beds. This building of science was designed without a way out, no way to connect with the outside world other than with a holographic device and a prototype teleporting device. And those two stopped working days earlier.

'Why do you think they cut off connection with us, Frank? Why do you think there have been no attempts at rescue, Frank?'

Frank gulped as he hit the wall with his back and his hand slowly slid sideways to the scalpel. 'But, if they cut contact, how did you obtain a human body?'

'Your mind never was coherent in such things.' Dave said as he seemed to ignore the fact his colleague was reaching for a scalpel. 'Have you ever noticed the giant cooler in the living area? I had my ways of getting by, you know.'

Still reaching for the scalpel Frank tried to remain as calm as possible by asking questions he thought Dave would be glad to answer. 'What do you think that serum does to the human body?'

Dave shook his head and locked his gaze on his colleague with a smile. It was only now Frank noticed all the wrinkles near his eyes, the dugout think lines in his forehead. He began to wonder what the actual age of his colleague was. 'Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank..' The mad scientist stepped closer and closer to his colleague until finally he slammed his hand against the wrist that was reaching for the scalpel, pinning it to the wall.

'Hey! Let go of me!' Frank struggled to get his own arm back but quickly found that his colleague was much stronger, even without trying. Suddenly it dawned on him. 'You took the serum, didn't you?'

Dave smiled and showed teeth. 'Congratulations for figuring that out, my dear coworker. Indeed I have. And what I figure the serum will do to him.' He pointed to the man still twitching away more and more with his free hand. 'Is the same as what it has done to me. See, I was, and this is the revelation of a lifetime, Strenger's assistant.'
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Frank gasped and stopped struggling, but Dave did not release his exertion of strength. 'But I thought Strenger died of natural causes..'

'No, no, my dear boy. He died because of me. I killed him. He didn't share my vision, I figured that if the serum was used on the human body for power it would boost the entire human race to might and dominance over all other known races. This is why we are Red Ribbon at heart, the people who first tried recreating humans.'

Dave finally let go of his colleague's arm and began to gloat. 'I have succeeded them and did not recreate humans, I improved them! The serum does more than repair organs, it actually halts their work and makes the entire body function on thought! Feelings are not a flaw, as they are very much present and repairs from the outside are not needed! These beings even bleed human blood!'

Frank got in a few words. 'So that thing behind you, he functions on thoughts?' He said as he pointed over the shoulder of his still smiling colleague.

Dave looked behind him and saw that the body that lay on the table before, motionless with the occasional twitch was now standing in an upright position, like a human that was just passing by, confused at the two science clad people in front of him.

'Oh my- amazing!' Dave lost the words in his mouth in an attempt to comprehend what was standing before him. 'Never before have I attempted to bring back a dead person, only have I attempted to prolong life. But behold here! I have created life out of death! I have sunk my hands into the very essence of hades, hel, the ever going blackness, the claws of osiris, and brought back a single soul! Behold the Prometheus to my Frankenstein! The Lazarus to my Christ!'

The recently 'resurrected' man, wearing nothing but pants and a torn shirt that hung around his waist, stepped towards Dave and actually towered above him by a good five inches, and Dave was no a small person. The creature grabbed him by his throat and began lifting him into the air.

'Sorry?' It said. 'Did you just compare me to Frankenstein's monster? And furthermore, did you just say I was dead?' The big man slammed the mad scientist against the wall, who struggled to get loose, struggled to even get a sentence out.

'So.. beautiful.. so.. strong..'

Frank, frightened but intrigued, lifted his index finger and asked if the creature had a name, as he suddenly thought back on the scalpel and how his hand was freed not two minutes ago. As the creature spoke he was able to inch himself closer to the scalpel, and both Dave and the monster he created did not seem to notice.

'A.. name?' He repeated with a look as if that word was completely foreign to him. 'I suppose I do have one of those, yes.' He said as he continued to press Dave against the wall. 'I seem to remember something about a Bryce… something or other. Not too sure..'

'Bryce?' Dave said suddenly, grabbing the full attention of the recently revived man before him. 'Such a magnificent name, such a good start before you can start killing and start our dominion!'

Bryce sighed, and took Dave from the wall but did not put him back on the ground. 'I am going to start killing all right. But there is no us, unless you mean in the sense of killer and victim.' He said with a devious grin on his face as he witnessed Dave's eyes widen in despair as he suddenly started to struggle against the hold of the mobile tower.

'Woah, hold it for now. Keep some energy for when I actually come after you.' Bryce shook his head and waggled the index finger of his one free hand in front of Dave's face. 'I said I was going to start killing, but I did not say when. I first want answers. Why did you bring me back?'

Frank butted in with a sigh. 'Great work, Dave.' He seemed to be ignoring the fact he blew all the fuses in the friendship panel. 'Not only did you raise someone from the dead, but you also trapped yourself in here with him.'

'You are forgetting you're in here too.' Bryce smugly added.

Frank smiled nervously and twitched a bit as he spastically turned his fingers about. 'I didn't forget that, not one bit.' He stopped moving his fingers long enough to point at his head. 'It has all been in there from the beginning. What I was trying to do was force myself to forget that, which you just canceled out.'

Bryce let go of Dave, who fell backwards to the wall and immediately went for his throat. 'Oh, but I can get you out of here if you desire, friend.' He inched closer and forced Frank against the wall, almost stumbling through it, so close was he pressed against it. 'Besides, a friend of the guy who resurrected me is my enemy.'

Frank's eyes widened as he saw the hand of the giant man open just before his face. 'You-you think I am his friend?' He said as he pointed at Dave cowering in the corner. 'We're not friends, I have despised him the moment I saw him, he has no eye for science other than the science that favors him.' Bryce's hand closed around the face of Frank and he tilted his head with a maniacal smile while still looking Frank in the eyes.

'One would say he has finally done something with science that does not favor him in the least.' Bryce said as he turned his head slowly and looked at Dave, who was still shivering against the wall and felt the gaze pinned on him like dirt on the door of the building. 'You could speak of something quite scientific though. Yes, I do suppose you did good though, Dave.' He had registered the name from the time his colleague had uttered his name with a hint of sarcasm, he was, due to that, not sure if that actually was his name.

Dave slowly stopped shivering long enough to look in the direction of Bryce as his scientific interest took a hold of him. 'What?..'
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Bryce could feel some sort of liquid dripping on his hand, he could register it as tears without looking. Frank seemed to have given up all signs of will and just let himself go, and if not for the hand covering his mouth he would be sobbing uncontrollably. He shrugged it off with a devious grin and turned his gaze back to Dave, who hesitated a bit but got up to his feet anyway.

'You said I did do something good, didn't you?' He asked as he dusted himself off. His love for science was very great if he was able to shrug off fear in the eyes of something good in his tests. 'What did I do good?'

'Well.' Bryce began as he pushed Frank into the wall with staggering force, denting the wall a bit and partly crushing the human skull. 'You could say that in bringing me back you had quite a,' He paused and looked at Frank deviously, who had nothing but fear shudder through his eyes, yet he had seemed to come to terms with what was about to happen.

Bryce began closing his hand and Frank started turning red. The cyborg began twisting his hand slowly to the side and slowly and painfully broke the neck of the cowering and sobbing scientist. He slowly witnessed Frank's eyes voiding themselves of life, and with one last breath he released his soul only to have it crushed against the hand of the cyborg. 'Break.. through!' Bryce said with a laugh as he stepped forward and forced the limp body of the scientist through the wall like a ragdoll and occupy one of the two beds in the living area.

Dave had a single tear running down his face in response.

'What is wrong, little man?' Bryce asked deviously with a grin on his face as he turned and inched closer to the one that brought him back. 'Scared about what I am going to do to you? That what I just did to your friend is going to happen to you?'

Dave, scared and silently crying let out a laugh of triumph, one that did not suit his character at all and temporarily stunned Bryce. 'No, not scared.' He said. 'Just moved.' He saw Bryce returning to his default look and continue walking with a single stretched out hand, tears still dripping from his fingers.

Bryce moved his hand a bit higher and as he reached Dave shoved him back against the wall with a single finger, pinning him to the wall with an index finger to his forehead. 'You have my attention. Why?' He asked the scientist. 'I cannot find the logic in your words.'

Dave chuckled and cried at the same time. 'I am happy because I succeeded in my goal. I set out to create the ultimate war machine, with no feelings and fear of killing. You are my final and best creation, the angel of vengeance on the side of the human race, my legacy you carry with you.'

Bryce tilted his head once more and released the hold he had with his index finger. 'Well, I'm sorry to say you are most wrong, dear friend.' He said. 'I am quite capable of feeling. Before my death, or what I remember, was that newspapers spoke of me as the 'sophistikiller' I think I kept the snippet with my person somewhere.. where are my- ah, you took most my clothes, I see.' Bryce said as he patted down his own body. 'No matter, I am sure you take my word for the truth. It would be a shame if you did not believe what you brought back.'

'B-but..' Dave stuttered, but did not leave his place in an attempt to get out of Bryce's way, as he knew it would be futile. 'that is of no consequence. You can still kill the opposition of the human race.'

This was Bryce's turn to chuckle. 'No, dear friend. I would do no such thing. They are the ones who killed me in the first place.' He lightly tapped against the forehead of the scientist. 'For a man of the sciences you do not seem to grasp very clear concepts.' He smiled as he turned his head back to its normal position. 'I am a serial killer. Or, erm, was. But now that I'm back I can pick up my business again.'

Dave turned his silent cry of triumph into one of utter dismay.

'I was caught in the end, you see. They gave me the electric chair. It hurt quite a bit. But at least I had gotten a good meal out of getting executed. Privately, I must add. Just in case you wonder why you never heard of me. They never made my name known, hence the nickname.' Bryce sighed in relief. 'It feels good to get that out of my chest.'

Bryce balled his tear stained hand into a fist and threw it besides his own side. 'Quite a' He began with a quiet laugh as he plunged his fist into the stomach of the scientist and grabbed a hold of what would be his large intestine before yanking it out. '..gut wrenching reveal, no?'

The cyborg smiled with utter glee as he watched the scientist open his mouth in a silent scream as heaps of blood fell out of his opened belly. He fell to his knees, throwing both his arms to his stomach and looking up to Bryce in despair. 'Oh don't give me that look, you knew this was coming.' Bryce waved away the look of Dave.

He grabbed his head and crushed it against wall, splattering bits of skull everywhere. 'Crushing, right?' He said sadistically as he watched the lifeless body fall forward in a pool of its own blood.

Bryce looked around, and saw nothing but two dead scientists and no visible way out of the area. 'Well, at least I have oxygen.' He shrugged at a single plant in the corner of the room. 'Or don't I breathe anymore..?'

'Oh keep it to yourself Bryce. You need to get out of here first.'

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Grader's Notes: Very, very interestingly sick story! Mad scientist, experiment gone wrong, Serial killer, my kind of stuff! Good job. It was also written very well so I added a bonus to your rewards. Enjoy!
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