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Year: 2150
The White Room project, a highly classified human experimental project whose purpose was to develop the concept of the perfect human. The white room was a special facility deeply hidden where the project was conducted hosting the greatest minds known to man as well as cutting edge technology.
The initial project founder was [Redacted]. His goal was to bring forth the perfect human by use of extreme means, such as intensive training from a young age, and mentorship from the smartest minds known to earth, and this resulted in high levels of success.
The initial testing of the project showed great success; the masterpiece was enough proof of this. But for unknown reasons, the project stopped…
Unexpectedly the project was reborn once again in the hands of [Redacted]. The new project manager had even more lofty goals for this new project. Even more extreme and insane goals than the ones that resulted in the birth of the masterpiece.
And, [Redacted] was just in luck. Both the technology of the world as well as the knowledge present had progressed further than the original ones.
[Redacted] therefore had every available resource and more to create something even greater than a masterpiece.
A truly perfect human. The next step in evolution…
Both the two past and present projects were based around certain themes emphasized to create such an existence. While Project Masterpiece was based of pure individualism, Project Perfect human was based on the development of a true Ego.
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His mind was blank, completely clear. But even in this state, he found himself remembering, recalling memories, a distant past. Especially the color white.
[static noises]
His hands blurred and picked up an old communication device from the ancient era, a walkie-talkie hidden by the shadowy environment.
"Is everything ready?" Mikael attempted to keep his voice steady, but it came out colder than he intended. Maybe it was because his dream was about to come true.
He strangely felt no happiness; a mild blankness overwhelmed by the hatred he suppressed within himself. But that hatred would not show. Not now at least. His mind was still calm.
"Yes, the program I implanted should shut down their security system as soon as you give the word, and then our troops will move in immediately to manage the grunts," the robotic voice responded, a modification brought due to technological enhancement.
There was silence, a silence that grew in intensity the longer it lasted, but the other side finally broke down.
"Mikael, you don't have to do this! We have thousands of supporters; one of them can take your place. Please, stop this before you die!"
A silence fell, brief yet stretching out for what felt like hours.
"We already talked about this, Uri."
"I KNOW THAT ALREADY, BUT…!"
"I'm tired, Uri. I am tired of this life," Mikael said, shocking Uri into silence. That was how strange these words were to him. For this person who he believed to be perfect, how could these words make any sense.
Their was a moment of stillness, where neither knew how to proceed.
"Okay, I understand. But you better survive. You know we still need you," Uri said, his robotic voice rising sharply. He was still unwilling to accept. But what could he do!
Mikael replied with the only response that would not ruin the moment further.
"Of course. Let's go star gazing after this?" Mikael said, forcing a smile. A smile he was aware the other side could not see.
"That's a promise, Mika. You better not break it," the robotic voice said with a hint of laughter.
"See you later, Uri," Mika replied before shutting off the device. The smile that had been on his face vanished, as if it were nothing but a fleeting dream.
There was silence once more. Mikael was deep in thought, his body completely still—no breathing, no twitching, and no eye movement. It was a truly terrifying level of stillness that would have seemed completely abnormal to any other observer.
His gaze was fixed on a huge, enclosed compound, observing it with a clarity that should have been impossible given both the distance and the surrounding darkness. But this was all achieved using his eyes.
A more vigilant observer might have noticed his widely dilated black pupils, almost encompassing the blue of his eyes. They would have also noticed them emitting a subtle glow, which contrasted with his equally blue eyes.
'THUD, thud, thud.' Suddenly, every light source in the base shut off, plunging the compound into chaos as the night guards scrambled and shouted in panic.
[Bang bang bang]
The sound of gun fire came soon after. Explosions, fire breaking out and the wild barks of dogs.
The time had come.
Mikael moved—a sudden, silent motion that sent a few leaves cascading down as he flashed forward, leaping from tree to tree with breathtaking grace. A flow to the way his body moved.
Mikael enjoyed the way his body moved freely, the wind in his face as he cut through the tree foliage as well as the heat that started to rise from his silent chest.
It took only minutes to approach the compound.
Upon reaching the perimeter, his speed only increased. Just before he crashed into the wall surrounding the base, his leg muscles tensed, his thighs bulged, and he propelled himself off the ground, scaling the 10-meter-high wall with impressive form.
He turned while still in the air easily, adjusted himself slightly and he was past the wall.
'Thud.' He landed, undetected, and began navigating the compound with an unmistakable sense of familiarity. Anyone who would have normally been around was long gone, trying to help to push back the current invaders.
The layout of the base—its structures, paths, and hidden details—had all been memorized beforehand.
Mikael moved like a ghost, silently and quietly avoiding the main structures where he knew fighting had already begun, with screams echoing in the distance.
He headed southwards, deeper into the facility, where he encountered zero guards as he had anticipated. Mika hoped not to spill unnecessary blood on this night.
As he progressed deeper into the facility, the number of buildings decreased.
This continued for about two minutes until he reached his intended objective: a small mansion, once well maintained but now old and overgrown with weeds.
Mika looked at the organized battalion of guards with better combat gear that stood watch over the mansion.
To his knowledge, they were the last line of defense for the place. And the only ones he knew would not leave their positions unattended.
Each group comprised three people, each equipped with a pair of thermal vision glasses, the latest Accelerator rifle (A.R. rifle), and an implanted exoskeleton that enhanced their capabilities.
However, a cruel reality for them was that they were still human—fragile and easy to break, easy to kill. And even more horrific was that they were in his way.
The security might have seemed unimpressive if anyone knew who was being kept hidden in this very house. But closer inspection would gasp at the sheer impossibility and luck it would take to traverse the compound without being discovered.
Pressure sensors, laser tracking devices, and heat-sinking measures had all become useless due to the earlier EMP.
Mikael's eyes sharpened this time into narrow slits, his vision focusing as he searched for something in the sky above.
He finally spotted them: slight displacements of light around the small mansion. There were small fluctuations and an almost silent hum.
The Sleeper drones, equipped with 360-degree camera capabilities, a light distortion matrix that made them almost invisible, and a stun gun with enough energy to knock out an elephant. Even more impressive was their shielding against EMP attacks.
One of them he might have been easily able to handle, but the multiple surrounding the mansion were an impossibility. Luckily, the drones had also been taken care of.
Uriel had already exploited a flaw in their programming and had rendered Mikael invisible in their eyes. All his actions were ignored.
Mikael had come prepared to manage all eventualities. The gloves he wore were specifically designed to interact with the exoskeleton suit the guards used, while the hydrogen cell-powered chest piece could produce temperatures low enough to evade the guards' thermal vision. The rest would be handled by the pulse pistol and his fists.
It was exactly 1:32 AM, or at least that was what his internal clock indicated. The next guard rotation was set to occur in three minutes.
Mikael was positioned on the west side of the mansion, aiming for a window on the third floor.
As the guards began to leave and the next group arrived, he moved.
'Now!' and rushed forward. Time slowed down in his perception, a skill made possible by supercharging his brain neural network, which allowed him to both take in a process a large quantity of information.
His movements were silent—silent as death.
The only reason the guards noticed him was that he charged directly at them. Unfortunately for them, they only recognized his presence when he was too close.
The first guard attempted to raise his A.R. rifle, while the other two fell back—one to provide cover and the other to call for backup. But Mikael was faster.
"Shiu, shiu, shiu."
Silent but powerful, his pulse pistol fired three successive shots. The first struck the guard at the back, who was trying to call for help, sending him crashing backward with a horrible crunch. Mikael saw the communicator slip from his hand and fall to the ground, unused.
The next two shots hit the rifles of the other two guards, causing them to spark and become unworkable.
The next second, he weaved up close to the first guard and threw a quick jab at his throat breaking the protection in that area as well as his trachea.
The guard could only choke, his eyes wide in panic as his arms flailed wildly.
Mikael then used the dying man's body as cover as he maneuvered behind the remaining guard's body and clamped the guard's mouth shut.
'THUD' The guard's neck twisted swiftly his body twitching as Mika held onto it. A quick death, he would allow them that mercy.
'Whuuu' he took a deep breath as he admired the artwork he had done, at his capabilities. But he remained detached now.
'Shiu, shiu, shiu ' he finished the job firing a pulse beam at each of their heads.
Quick, silent, and efficient.
About twenty seconds had passed had already passed, Mikael still had nine minutes for his use.
Mikael then crouched, forcing his leg muscles to contract and bulge. He shot upwards his gloves and boots glowing a very dim blue as he stuck to the wall beside the window.
A dim blue circuit appeared on the dark body suit he wore connecting to the pair of gloves.
He ignored the front door; he still did not want his target to be aware of his presence.
He pushed his hand on the window and the dim energy burst forth with a cold chill, flash freezing the window perfectly.
'Crack' the window broke inwards after he tapped it and he swung himself into the room, a guest bedroom, he would know.
He quickly moved to the door and slightly opened it,
'Things are going to get harder from here,' Mika reminded himself of the blue glow returning to his gloves and boots.
He quietly opened the door and jumped to the upper roof. The door closed behind him.
He held himself in a crawling manner as he started moving towards the head office of the mansion.
The reason for doing this was twofold first, was to avoid the pressure plates on the floor, and second, he looked downwards at the mechanical dog passing below him, its red glowing eyes, and razor-shaped teeth a clear sign of their brutality.
Mika quickly arrived at the office and easily bypassed the security system on the door pad. He entered, feeling an instantaneous wave of nostalgia wash over him. A nostalgia that managed to bypass the calm of his mind and once again spark memories from his past, happy memories.
He approached the sole portrait in the room. A family of three; a blonde woman dressed in a lab coat with a mega-watt smile, a large dark-haired man with a stone-cold face who stood taller than all the rest, and finally a white-haired child with crystal blue eyes.
Mikael remembered that day, and a smile broke through the blankness of his face. The smile failed to reach his eyes. It was like what a doll would do trying to copy the smile of a human.
Mika observed the image quietly, silently, his eyes detached. A spark of something sinister could be felt from the very air that surrounded him, growing, boiling, wishing to erupt but it soon disappeared and returned to stillness once again.
He approached the portrait ...
.......
Four minutes remained and he was back again crawling on the upper roof his speed visibly quicker as his chest piece was no longer with him.
He was approaching his destination which unfortunately was guarded, two guards both of which had only the exoskeleton suit, stood waiting in front of the massive doors.
The owner of the room was obviously compensating for something. Mikael thought.
He crawled directly above the guards and released himself into a freefall. He could feel the same all-powerful feeling he felt earlier as his arms blurred and latched onto the necks of the two guards.
'Thuck, thuck'. Before his feet touched the ground both were already dead.
He looked at the huge door which lacked any type of security, at best it would be an extremely hard door.
Mikael almost felt insulted at the very fact, but he pushed the door and walked in.
Exactly as he remembered, the same tactless decor and still the same snobbish artwork; some things never change.
He walked up to the massive bed, big enough for five people, and observed the sleeping man on the bed.
The same stone-cold face, the same perfect skin, and finally the same sleek-back dark hair with hints of grey. He felt a sudden emotion overcoming his normal aloofness, a sudden maddening anger that overpowered his calm.
It was disgusting for someone to make him feel this way. And then he felt the sting on his head, trying to suppress him. But his fury refused to be quenched.
The memories came soon after crushing him, sinking him further into this state as he ripped the mask that covered his face with a violent fury, exposing his clenched teeth and bloodshot eyes but despite this, the perfection he emitted could not be overshadowed.
His eyes were still on the man lying on the bed, but his hand shot forward, pistol in arm as he pointed at the wall beside the bed.
" Show yourself " His voice remained blank. But there was an edge to it. A malicious one.
He commanded and the wall disappeared, opening, and a man in complete dark full body armor walked out, in his hands was a long blade with a red-hot edge. A vibration blade.
Despite this, Mikael`s eyes remained on the man on the bed and that's why, as the man's lips slowly lifted to a small mocking smile, as he opened his blue eyes almost theatrically, as his body shook almost as if to hold back a laugh.
Mikael saw it all.
The man sat up, slowly, casually as if unbothered by his presence.
Their eyes locked, a silent challenge of blue meeting blue and you could feel the unspoken threat in the air.
It was as if the world had frozen over.
An underlying tension that was comparable to an erupting volcano quickly filled the room with a silent fury.
The man finally satisfied by what he was seeing broke the deadlock, his cold smile still present acting as a sign of the contempt he felt.
"You finally came back to me .... son!!"
`Two minutes left.'
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A/N
Hello there observer, and welcome on the journey of Myriad realms. A book encompassing several forms of media from animes, games, movies, manga's, manhwas, cartoons and several more.
In this book, there is no limit, and the goal is to achieve the ultimate dream.
So, I welcome you observer, enjoy the show!!!