After two and a half hours, he woke up, took a shower, and ate the sandwich his sister had made. Then, they both left on foot.
After jogging a mile, they arrived at a large military post guarded by 10–15 soldiers. He registered his sister as a visitor. Normally, no visitors were allowed at this gate. He sighed and pulled out his military card — black with golden lettering.
The moment he flashed it, every soldier saluted, making Fatso proud. After registration, they started walking along a road leading to another stronghold with twenty-foot-high walls. They entered after scans and showing visitor cards.
They went into the nearest five-story building on the left and waited for the elevator. She was so excited to see her brother's lab — he had told her it was bigger than a football field.
He entered the elevator, scanned his card, but instead of going up, the elevator descended. After nearly thirty seconds, it stopped and opened. Two soldiers guarding the entrance saluted him.
He turned left and opened the door. What she saw was nothing like what she expected. There was no traditional lab or scientific instruments — just computers, microphones, and black mirrors surrounding the room. It felt more like a control center.
She almost blurted out, "What the heck?" but he pressed a button, and the mirrors switched from black to transparent. Ahead was a huge field divided by glass offices, where many people worked — testing drugs and chemicals.
This was his lab. The army had started funding him after he invented a chemical that could slow brain death progression by 5–10 hours. His goal was purely medical, but the army wanted to weaponize the chemical, possibly creating immortal soldiers — something he wouldn't allow, though he never denied the opportunity to create new things. Otherwise, boredom would kill him.
Her eyes widened watching the scene: people in white lab coats and masks working in three large sections separated by glass walls — plants, animals, and microbes — all being tested with various drugs.
He would sit quietly in the control room, observing his ideas come to life. At that moment, she realized this wasn't just an army camp but an army-funded research complex.
Her curiosity grew, and she wanted to explore the lower floors, but her brother smiled and said, "I have a surprise for you."
She loved physics more than medicine, while he loved everything but focused on medicine professionally. Still, his interest in physics was strong. He told her there was a huge physics lab working on teleportation using intense gravity.
She nearly jumped out of her seat. "Quick, take me there!" she shouted.
He pouted. "So you didn't like my lab and want to go to the physics department instead?"
Without hesitation, she said, "No!"
He pouted and then They left the control room and entered the elevator again.
Right then, he received a message — the DNA report of the fetus in the girl.
Reading it, despite his many cases, he frowned deeply. The fetus's DNA matched hers nearly 99.99% rather then 50% which is the half of the DNA from mother, with the only possibility that the father was a very close family member thus his DNA was also a close match to the girl.
The elevator started moving down but suddenly stopped.
At that moment, they heard a massive bang. His eyebrows twitched, and his sister gripped his arm tightly, scared.
He smiled and said, "Don't be scared—"
Before he could finish, time froze, and everything was suddenly sucked toward the ground.