Undisclosed location within the Rocky Mountains, CA
Winter
(1 year ago)
One couldn’t suspect that within an old abandon mining town, was a secret, and within the winter wonderland of snow and trees was something called "The complex."
The complex was the best-built science faculty there ever was, or back in the late 80s, the US government built this place in the heart of a mountain during the cold war. But during the late 90s cut backs caused them to shut down the place and let it fall into ruin.
It was some years later that a privet group bough it out, today it’s been refurbished into a science faculty once again, only this time, the intent isn’t as benevolent as what the U.S. wanted to do.
Deep within the complex, past the labyrinth of traps and security check points, beyond a door made to withstand a nuke. There deep in the very heart is the lab where our story begins.
The lab was the biggest made for the building of massive weapons of destruction, but now it was the place of a different weapon, not as big as the room’s prier, but just as destructive.
In this room, machines work tirelessly and endlessly, to restore, to revive, to remake and to reinvent the DNA that was given to it. Technicians and other Doctors busily go though millions of strands of DNA and chemicals.
All toiling with one goal in mind, the Goal to create another pokemon, a strong pokemon, the ultimate pokemon, a pokemon species called Mewtwo.
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"Keep the mixture at 34%, we also need to keep the solutions with a 54% gel stabilizer." The Doctor, Alicia Greenfield, was the head project leader. She was the successor to Dr. Fuji’s project of Pokémon cloning. She was right now in the main lab control room that over looked the cloning room below.
"Yes doctor." The intern took down the words that his superior said, all the while keeping an eye on the monitors that watched the life stats of their project, "Uh Ma’am? We still need to figure out what to do about the DNA strands that need to be altered further."
The doctor turned to her intern and pushed her glasses back up on her face, looking her clipboard and writing down more notes. "Well, so far we seem successful with this one, after 37 tries we maybe able to do a-" <Klaxon> The sound of the alarm took both by surprise, the monitors where going wild with incoming information, all of which concerned their subject.
Look towards the lab from her control booth, she saw that technicians and other doctors rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off, but it was quite the opposite for all the chaos was to find the cause of the problem and address it.
"MA’AM!! Test subject-37B is going though renal heart failure! We also are detecting nervous failure in the brain in multiple areas." The intern spoke out load to his superior, after typing in more he then saw a count down number about their subject. "We’ve lost breathing, we’ve 6 minutes before permanent brain damage takes place and then death."
"DAMN!" Then getting on the mike to the speakers for the lab, she spoke loudly and forcefully, with instructions. "Get its heart and breathing back up. Use 40ccs of adrenaline and prep the Pads. We don’t need another failure at this point, we’re too close this time."
At the last word, everyone was setting up a respirator and running for supplies, everyone taking their post trying to save their subject from what has been happing 36 times before. "We’ve got the paddles fully charged Ma’am. Say the word." The Doctor then nodded and the intern spoke to the mike. "Clear the tank, I repeat clear the tank, we are going to use the paddles." With that everyone got to the red ring clearing of three clearing rings around the tank, and robotic arms with paddles in the tank then went to the chest and set for trying to revive it. "Clear."
And a shock went though the tank, and the subject’s heart. In the tank it jumped, the monitors showing the heart rate only jumping slightly.
"Nothing Ma’am,"
"AGAIN, fast!"
Again they did it, and then they did it again, over the next 6 minutes, then the intern spoke up with very grave and hurtful disappointment. "We’ve got negative reaction ma’am, we lost her."
"DAMN!!" After slamming the console, and making the computer blink for a second, she composed herself and then said. "Flush the tank, it’s time we go back to the drawing board for this one. We need to find out what went wrong this time."
And the intern went to draining the tank and the dead pokemon in it as Greenfield left the room for her office.
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"Not again, DAMN!!" The Doctor was cursing out obscenities that would make sailors blush. This was the 37th time that they had lost the subject, she was cursing so much that she didn’t notice the person passing by her with a lunch tray knocking it over. The sound of here fuming was barely deafened by the crash as she went down the hallway.
The whole trip to her office left a wake of her anger, and those that didn’t get out of the way fast enough. She was prowling the endless hallways going one turn after the other looking for some answer to come to her.
But nothing had when she arrived to her door. So she then decided that it was time for her to pull out the Whiskey bottle and get smashed for before calling it a night. At this point she was depressed after letting her steam out on everyone in her path, so she went to the her desk and pulled out the bottle and…
"I say doctor, that sort of language I heard while I was waiting for you isn’t very becoming." Turing around she was meet with an Italian man in an orange color business suit, slicked comb back hair, and a Persian by his side. All the wile holding a cane on his hand while seated in the leather seat across from her seat, one of many that was set about the room for brain storming sessions with her staff.
"Mr. Giovanni, what an unexpected surprise, what brings you in?" The man then took a look at the doctor’s drink and coldly staring at her.
"I was here to check on your progress, I was coming to see if my investments where not in vain and squandered. However, I think from the look on your face and the bottle that you haven’t any good news."
Few things in this world could scare Dr. Greenfield, however, that look from her employer was one such thing in this world, and she knew that she could be a cold-hearted bitch, but Giovanni was worse. Oh much worse, she’d seen first hand he was capable of, and would possibility do anything to shift the blame.
"You must forgive us Sir, it’s just with Doctor Fujia’s notes as incomplete as they are, we’ve had to go by scratch to keep the clones alive. Even if the notes had been complete, we don’t have a full understanding of what Fujia used to keep Mewtwo alive, and so we aren’t able to do the work without some mistakes." Giovanni didn’t look convinced, and then spoke up.
"I hardly call, what is it now, 35? Well, I hardly call that number some mistakes." He looked towards here with malice, and that made the tan skin on here go almost white.
"Uh, sir I hate to inform you, but that number is now…37." She almost gulped, but held back not to show weakness to someone that would kill you if you did.
"No, no, no, Doctor, this will not do. Now then, I mean to see some progress on the issue, and as it stands you are behind the timetable that you yourself put before me when I called for your services. And because of that, I’m sorely running out of patients!" he said as his cane forcefully smacking the ground. His Persian also made a growl and hiss at the doctor seemingly agreeing with it’s master.
"I’m waiting for you to convince me why I shouldn’t cut you from my budget." The tone he took was forceful and fearful for anyone. And Greenfield wasn’t any exception, so trying to muster what courage she had left; she decided that now was as good a time to pull her trump card; for it could be the only thing that might save her from an undesirable fate at this man’s hands.
"If you will sir, all the notes that Fuji made about making a clone survive the process was lost when Mewtwo blew up the lab, so I’ve been looking into alternate short cuts for this." She then pulled some files form her draws and laid them out, "As I stated before, we are working with only half a map here, since the notes that Dr. Fuji had are no longer complete, we can not rely on them for cloning. And we may have to scrape trying to make clones in the first place."
"This is not helping you Doctor." And the pokemon next to him growled an agreement.
"I you may sir, we can’t do anything with what we got, much less a perfect job, and the results are the clones die before we are able to complete the process. There wasn’t any way to fully anticipate this in the beginning. And even if we had, there’s no way to understand why Mewtwo survived when all others failed to live and we also did look at those records. But with Fuji’s files as incomplete as they are, we had a plan B on hand in case such an event would take place." With that she then pulled another file, and passed it over the table for Giovanni.
"Our plan is to use Human subjects as a possible short cut, and to help make for a viable breeding program."
This interested him and his posture seemed to be less tense, "Go on."
"Well, we can’t create a clone from scratch, but we can modify a life form and give it the characteristics of Mewtwo down to a 99.32% margin of error from the simulations. It will be more cost effective this way. I’ve made a prototype T-virus that is ready for some preliminary testing."
"Hmm, how is this way going to be better then the cloning? And why is this more cost effective?"
She then took out another file and then showed him results, pointing out a paper with many amounts of information. "Well, since 50% of Mewtwo’s DNA is human engineered filler, Alakazam for the other 15%, and the last 35% Mew, we can start with taking the Mew DNA and reengineering a possess for making Mewtwo’s out of humans by taking the reengineered Mew DNA and make breeders out of them. However, we would be better off if we could get Mewtwo in here and take some cell samples to refine the prototype Virus from and to help breed with the females we plan to make. Yet even if we’re unable to have Mewtwo, we do still have samples prior to his escape from your Pallet Town HQ." She then finished up with tapes of the simulations she ran and explained how this might work and why.
Looking at the man across from her desk, she waited for any reaction and response, just short of holding her breath. She waited for about 2 minutes while her boss made his decision about her new proposal, but she felt like it was more of 2 hours then minutes.
That’s when Giovanni stood up, she almost shoot up as well, but held back. That’s when he started walking to the door. "I find that your solution satisfies me, but I will want daily reports." The Persian also got up and followed its master towards the door.
But before he could reach for the handle she spoke up. "Wait sir, I need to the experimental subjects to work on."
"Then why not use the interns you have with you right now? Are they not useable?"
"Not as such, and not as easy, I need a select group to work with, and here." She then pulls out a paper and hands it to him. "This list holds the necessary information for finding the right subjects I need, I can only begin the trials when I have subjects."
Taking the paper, Giovanni looked at it, and folded into his shirt pocket. "I’ll look into getting you the guinea pigs you requested, but I will not expect anything save perfect results."
And with that, the man left closing the door, not forcefully to be considered a slam, but enough force to say something of how much time was left for the Doctor.
It was then that Greenfield plopped back into her seat and looked over her bottle at the corner of the desk. "Oh what the ****, I need a good buzz after this. Then tomorrow I’ll start work, after the hangover, on making the Virus I lied about. God, I should have listened to mom and become a lawyer like her. At least then I would be paid to lie like I did just now." And with that she pulls the cork out of the glass and beings to take swigs from the bottle it’s self.