My name is Cynthia ...and I remember everything by Baron_Vlad_Harkonnen
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She was officially dead, and she was their perfect weapon. The first of many to come! Dr.Drake cautiously approached his subject as she re-gained consciousness. His aides and nurses began undoing the tubes and wires that connected the subject's body to a huge room of monitoring machines around them. They then proceeded to undo the straps and chains that held her body to that metal platform for the past nine months. The same platform where they had murdered her, mutated her body and genes, then brought her corpse back to life. All traces of her former life extinguished, she was a walking weapon without a memory. Their perfect creation! A paper label gummed next to her metal bed read 'SUBJECT: SHEILA 6.0' They had no right to do what they did to her. If was for the advancement of mankind, yes, but it was cruel, and Dr.Drake saw it in her eyes. But it was too late, they had already freed her. And they had no control whatsoever over her! Whether innocent or not, within seconds, all of Dr.Drake's aides lay dead around her feet. Dr.Drake retreated and stood cautiousy behind a control table a few feet away. The base alarm sounded. The guards that burst into the room fell away like rag dolls, as one by one they failed in stopping the 'thing' that the scientists had brought back to life. They thought they had succeeded in erasing her entire memory...or did they...? |
