Experimental Subject

The flight finally landed in the city of Aux, Greenland. It was one of the hubs of the present post-apocalyptic world where Green and unaltered nature has become the benchmark for the rich cities. Clean air, clean water, minimum skyscrapers, and limited vehicles. This is one of the luxury cities on earth. Only the mega-rich could live there, people like him were not even allowed to enter the premises of the city normally.

This time was an exception as he was departing a supersonic flight airport which was quite conveniently free of checks by Enforcers(police of this era). Woes of human society - If you are rich, you are practically a privileged exception everywhere.

He had landed here only to visit the space hub because any other place he couldn't afford here anything honestly. This hub was established at the boundary of the special place in the outer city that was connected with the inner city quite securely, for linking major transportation channels all over the world.

Due to its proximity to Aux, this place had come out to be one of the nuclei to travel any part of the solar system. You could pick to travel to not only any location on earth, there are even private or commercial space shuttles available to visit the Moon or Mars. It was basically the only space airport in Greenland and surrounding areas. Thus, he was here to pick his next destination.

After two hours of a road trip, Crey found himself in front of an online Credits Machine as he entered the number of his secret account where he had stashed his secret money. This money was his hard-earned credits, he had saved for exactly this purpose concealing from his uncle, for starting a new life in a new city. And to the letter of his uncle,

"F*ck you! This is for devouring my food…..I am not going anywhere near that tough military to waste away my restful and lazy youthful life"

Crey chuckled to himself as he harshly stomped on the parting message of his uncle three times in his imagination. His uncle was clever and influential but he seemed to have forgotten that he had taught him the same way of life,

"He used the letter almost perfectly to push me in his intended direction. From the sudden departure to an expiring aircraft ticket among other items, to this masterpiece letter. It starts perfectly with an easy greeting to lower my guard, to naked threats, then glorifying Fighters to stir my ambitions, to showing sympathy and showing regret of his past to make me submissive, then finally coming to the main point that he had left no other paths for me. He had given his all to make me choose his wish whether emotionally, practically, idealistically, or financially. But it still fell short.

Because I am not going there in any way, to leave my present uneventful life for a wasteful, strenuous, and vigorous life of military Academy. To become an Evolved Fighter and jump into army life, No thanks. As for the penalty, I think I can take it with my savings."

Crey smirked as he entered his password into his credit account.

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Just as Crey was thinking of making his ends meet with his meager savings after paying the penalty. At the outskirts of the previous city where Crey and his uncle had a shop, a mysterious facility was operating in the underground of wastelands. Presently, this facility was in a hectic state due to the latest delivery of a specimen to them.

This was a genetic research facility, one of the most common and essential research facilities scattered all across the solar system Federation. For as long as this epoch of humanity has known, human genetics has been the single subject that is pursued with the single objective to strengthen the human race. Therefore such labs were not something weird or out of place in today's world.

But the crucial thing was this facility was positioned and working in a hushed and confidential manner, with the location being the Underground of lifeless radiation-infested wastelands outside the city. Therefore to think it is not functioning on some taboo research was ignorant thinking.

Currently, in the red lamp section scientists and researchers were scrambling along to run various tests on the corpse lying on the operating table. Three experienced surgeons were operating an autopsy on the corpse while others were using the various unknown machines in the room to take several samples and tests of the corpse. While several others were observing them from outside through observing glass.

Suddenly the door of the observing room opened and a senior woman with large specs walked in. She began to wear her working gloves as she asked the already examining scientists,

"Who is this? "

The young man who was collaborating the data obtained in real-time from the autopsy room into the database, nodded at the woman and answered,

"Test subject 468"

"Hmm, did he get mad too? "

"Yes, madam but the frozen state of his still mutating cells tells us that he wasn't able to reach the peak of his mutations. They stopped in between the change."

"What do you mean?"

The woman frowned while taking over the transparent screen showing the data from tests and its predictions laid out by a supercomputer. Her frown got more and more pronounced as she reviewed all the data. After a few seconds, the annoyance on her face had completely turned into unrestrained anger.

"Ma'am this means he had been put down even before he was able to completely mutate and get a chance to stabilize completely. He got neutralized even before starting. It was a huge loss..."

The woman was now practically fuming with anger, she looked behind the holographic screen towards the glass window to see surgeons operating with highly complex machines and running tests on the dead body.

"What a f*cking waste! But how is this possible? If he isn't entirely mutated he wouldn't have killed many people, so how did he get put down by a team of enforcers? Or was there some wandering Fighter who ran into him?