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Subject Name: West    Subject Number: #776469762
Case Number: #382020
Address: Porter Slums of the West Void
Age: 20
Blood Type: AB+ (a rare form of blood)
Time of Birth: unknown    Family: unknown    Date of birth: Dec. 12th, 2058
Subject's physician: V. Barker

April 8th, 2078

   I want this to be fucking over. What once began with promise and magic now lays dead and bloodied at my feet. Subject #776469762, real name West, is starting to show all the real signs I'm looking for in mutational technology. He's the only one with the highest marks of advanced mutation within his genetics, going so far as to actually have something along the lines of super sight and faster reflexes. For crap's sake he's almost like a dammed superhero, except for his language. I can't stand how arrogant that prick is, but when the answer's staring you right in the face, what else can I do? The other patients are doing well, but at a slower pace not well enough to hold my interest for long. Nexus Prime's looking for results as well, but we both know where the real action is, yet she insists that I give everyone their fair share of my time. That's the problem. I don't want to. West is growing more and beginning to take a fascinating shape, while the others are in lack of a more proper phrase, boring. I want my focus to be with him, but science as well as Nexus Prime dictates that I can't. It's my job as a seeker of knowledge to give all experiments their fair trial, but when a subject is as golden as the rest, it becomes problematic for research. The North Void has agreed that their hypothermic nanites were at best a 50-50 shot with some of their patients showing signs of growth the same as mine, but not one as special as West. So far there hasn't been news of any other mutants in the North. This means I'm ahead of the curve with my ace up the sleeve, but the waiting is killing me. I have plans to head back to the North for a conference this coming Friday and I hear there's something new in the works. Something about changing the nanites formula from cold to hot. It's exactly like I've been saying, if the cold could bring my patient incredible optimal abilities, then think of all the other possibilities other elements can bring!

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April 12th, 2078

   It's been at least two weeks since I've introduced nanite technology to my patients. We've had some ups and downs. Deaths and rebirths. The idea of mutation has always been tricky at best, but incredibly rewarding in the long run if done right. Whoever, or whatever is up there, it's smiling on me, for I have achieved a perfect specimen. He's to be the figurehead of a new generation of man; powerful, faster than a speeding bullet to coin the phrase and capable of adapting to any and all environments. Today was the day I injected Subject #776469762...shit writing the damn number is such a pain. Let's just call him by his name and get it over with. Today's the day I injected West with the North's new and improved nanites. These little critters are filled to the brim with a hyperthermic antigen that differs in multiple ways from its predecessors. Firstly, where the hypothermic nanites lowered the body's temperature, the hyperthermic promises to raise the temperature to highly uncomfortable and possibly fatal levels. With this new exposure to such an extreme core regulation, I'm curious to see how my golden boy's body will react. If the cold can give him Superman-like eye powers, than surely the opposite can have a more acute conclusion.

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April 21st, 2078

The following is an accurate transcript/recording:

1:30am: Barker's Office

Barker: *sigh* I talked with Philip's wife today. She still sounds like shit.

Guard #1: Well how would you sound if you turned around one day and found out your husband was torn apart by some madman in an asylum?

Barker: I've told you before Lawrence, we're not running an asylum. This is a legitimate medical facility where we operate on extreme patients other hospitals and labs can't handle.

Lawrence: Huh, could've fooled me. Have you heard the screaming lately? Shit's been going on all freakin' night. Most nights it gets pretty damn ugly when you're not here.

Barker: What do you expect? These people were once nothing more than common street rats, living off the hard work of those of us who went to our jobs and put in a hard day's slagging. They use to be so big in their world of rampant gutter sex, drugs and harassing honest commuters. Now they're nothing more than lab rats. Caged against their will and finally donating their wasted lives to something that matters and they can't stand it.

Lawrence: Oh, is that why you never want to take the night shift?

Barker: I can stand the screaming. I just don't have time to listen to the ravings of the pathetic and useless.

Lawrence: Then what about listening to the man you're currently sleeping with?

Barker: Shut up! There are cameras and microphones all around you know.

Lawrence: Yeah, but not in here. That's why we always have our little "talks" in your office. It's the one place you made sure cut off the cameras after hours.

Barker: Law--

Lawrence: Look babe, whatever the hell you're doing with these people, I don't think you should continue.

Barker: You know how stupid you sound, right? You know who I work for. Who we both work for.

Lawrence: I know, but Prime's asking you to expose yourself to all this toxic shit and who knows what it'll do to you.

Barker: If you're worried about the nanites, there's no way I can get infected without taking an injection.

Lawrence: That's not the virus I'm talking about. Lately I've seen you talk to that asshole West like he's beneath you. I mean, yeah he's trash, but you've been sounding like you're enjoying fucking up that man's life a little too much and...I'm worried this "project" is changing you.

Barker: Lawrence, I can handle this. I can handle anything. My job is to shape the future of all mankind. Nexus Prime needs me and I for one am happy to have the powers to assist her in anyway I can. If "fucking up a man's life" is what it takes to achieve the highest of marks in all of medical breakthroughs, then I was already prepared to jump through those hoops long before you and I became a thing. Nothing's changed. I haven't changed. I didn't care for these former monsters when they were on the streets and I don't care for them now they're in my possession. I've worked my entire life for this moment, and if you can't be happy for me--

Lawrence: Alright! Alright, I get it. You can handle your own. I'm just your personal butt toy after all.

Barker: That's not funny.

Lawrence: But you like it when I talk like this, don't you? You like when I claim to be your plaything...Doctor Barker.

[movement]

Barker: Ha, ha! You naughty fool, I'm a married woman.

Lawrence: And I'm a divorced man. Now we both know each other.

[screech from the overhead intercom]

Barker: What the hell is--

(???): Naughty, naughty Doc. I knew you were crazy, but I didn't think bestiality was your kink. I mean, c'mon, I'm right down the hall and you chose to go for that two legged, ugly ass....

Barker: West?! How did you...when did you...

West: Next you'll be asking me "where did you". Well look no further. You see that tiny red dot in the corner of your ceiling?

Lawrence: It's the fucking camera!

West: Surprise! That's right Doc. Your camera's been on the whole time and while you and monkey man over there were about to get your freak on, I took the liberty of recording your little rendezvous as a present. If I recall correctly, your mom's birthday is just around the corner.

[Office door slams open with Barker and Lawrence running down the hall]

Barker: How the fuck did he make it to the security office?! That's the only place where he could control the cameras!

[Security Office door slams open]

Guard #2: (takes off headphones) Dr. Barker? Is there something wrong?

Barker: You idiot! No wonder you can't hear anything. Is Subject: #776469762 still in his cell?

Guard #2: Y--yeah. He's been there all night.

Lawrence: You dumbass. Have you been here all night?

Guard #2: Well...well you see....

Barker: Spit it out already!

Guard #2: I had to use the bathroom some time ago. Was in there for a spell too. I keep forgetting I can't eat those spicy chicken sandwiches like I use to. Why? What's going on?

Lawrence: The feedback's on a fucking loop. Look at the timestamp. It's from three days ago. Subject #776469762 is not in his cell Doctor.

Barker: Then where the hell is he?

West (over intercom): You still trying to find me? You're already too late. I'm already finished and got what I need.

Guard #2: If he's not here, then he must me broadcasting from that old security hub in the basement.

Lawrence: What a fine time to fucking notice this! Call the others and tell them that son of a bitch's escaped again. I want all guards on alert and weapons on stun.

Guard #2: Sure thing boss!

Lawrence: I'm telling you Doc, the next time he pulls this shit again, medical science or not, I'm killing him.

Barker: No you're not.

Lawrence: Like fuck I'm not. I've told you before, I don't like him. I know he's playing with us and if he can keep escaping a prison that's locked and loaded with the best money can buy, then there's something fishy going on here.

[radio static]

Guard #3: We've found something in the basement.

Barker: Is it West?

Guard #3: Negative. The old equipment was used though. It's still warm, but the patient isn't down here. Looks like he used the old tape machine to broadcast through the facility. There's a tape missing from the recorder too.

Lawrence: (quietly) Shit. That's the one from your office.

Barker: I want you to find that tape Ambrose. Find it and the patient.

Guard #4: We've found him ma'am.

Lawrence: Where the hell is he?

Guard #4: He's eating sir. He's currently in the cafeteria. He's waving at us sir.

Barker: Drag that nuisance back to his cell! Double his security and for crap's sake, someone lock his cell tight and throw away the freakin' key! Ambrose, find me that damn tape. I don't care how long it takes and how many things you break. Lawrence, prepare my operating table. I'm going to extract where West hid that tape. I don't care if it's on his person...or inside.

Description

Subject Name: West    Subject Number: #776469762
Case Number: #382020
Address: Porter Slums of the West Void
Age: 20
Blood Type: AB+ (a rare form of blood)
Time of Birth: unknown    Family: unknown    Date of birth: Dec. 12th, 2058
Subject's physician: V. Barker

April 8th, 2078

   I want this to be fucking over. What once began with promise and magic now lays dead and bloodied at my feet. Subject #776469762, real name West, is starting to show all the real signs I'm looking for in mutational technology. He's the only one with the highest marks of advanced mutation within his genetics, going so far as to actually have something along the lines of super sight and faster reflexes. For crap's sake he's almost like a dammed superhero, except for his language. I can't stand how arrogant that prick is, but when the answer's staring you right in the face, what else can I do? The other patients are doing well, but at a slower pace not well enough to hold my interest for long. Nexus Prime's looking for results as well, but we both know where the real action is, yet she insists that I give everyone their fair share of my time. That's the problem. I don't want to. West is growing more and beginning to take a fascinating shape, while the others are in lack of a more proper phrase, boring. I want my focus to be with him, but science as well as Nexus Prime dictates that I can't. It's my job as a seeker of knowledge to give all experiments their fair trial, but when a subject is as golden as the rest, it becomes problematic for research. The North Void has agreed that their hypothermic nanites were at best a 50-50 shot with some of their patients showing signs of growth the same as mine, but not one as special as West. So far there hasn't been news of any other mutants in the North. This means I'm ahead of the curve with my ace up the sleeve, but the waiting is killing me. I have plans to head back to the North for a conference this coming Friday and I hear there's something new in the works. Something about changing the nanites formula from cold to hot. It's exactly like I've been saying, if the cold could bring my patient incredible optimal abilities, then think of all the other possibilities other elements can bring!

-----------------------------------------------------

April 12th, 2078

   It's been at least two weeks since I've introduced nanite technology to my patients. We've had some ups and downs. Deaths and rebirths. The idea of mutation has always been tricky at best, but incredibly rewarding in the long run if done right. Whoever, or whatever is up there, it's smiling on me, for I have achieved a perfect specimen. He's to be the figurehead of a new generation of man; powerful, faster than a speeding bullet to coin the phrase and capable of adapting to any and all environments. Today was the day I injected Subject #776469762...shit writing the damn number is such a pain. Let's just call him by his name and get it over with. Today's the day I injected West with the North's new and improved nanites. These little critters are filled to the brim with a hyperthermic antigen that differs in multiple ways from its predecessors. Firstly, where the hypothermic nanites lowered the body's temperature, the hyperthermic promises to raise the temperature to highly uncomfortable and possibly fatal levels. With this new exposure to such an extreme core regulation, I'm curious to see how my golden boy's body will react. If the cold can give him Superman-like eye powers, than surely the opposite can have a more acute conclusion.

---------------------------------------------------

April 21st, 2078

The following is an accurate transcript/recording:

1:30am: Barker's Office

Barker: *sigh* I talked with Philip's wife today. She still sounds like shit.

Guard #1: Well how would you sound if you turned around one day and found out your husband was torn apart by some madman in an asylum?

Barker: I've told you before Lawrence, we're not running an asylum. This is a legitimate medical facility where we operate on extreme patients other hospitals and labs can't handle.

Lawrence: Huh, could've fooled me. Have you heard the screaming lately? Shit's been going on all freakin' night. Most nights it gets pretty damn ugly when you're not here.

Barker: What do you expect? These people were once nothing more than common street rats, living off the hard work of those of us who went to our jobs and put in a hard day's slagging. They use to be so big in their world of rampant gutter sex, drugs and harassing honest commuters. Now they're nothing more than lab rats. Caged against their will and finally donating their wasted lives to something that matters and they can't stand it.

Lawrence: Oh, is that why you never want to take the night shift?

Barker: I can stand the screaming. I just don't have time to listen to the ravings of the pathetic and useless.

Lawrence: Then what about listening to the man you're currently sleeping with?

Barker: Shut up! There are cameras and microphones all around you know.

Lawrence: Yeah, but not in here. That's why we always have our little "talks" in your office. It's the one place you made sure cut off the cameras after hours.

Barker: Law--

Lawrence: Look babe, whatever the hell you're doing with these people, I don't think you should continue.

Barker: You know how stupid you sound, right? You know who I work for. Who we both work for.

Lawrence: I know, but Prime's asking you to expose yourself to all this toxic shit and who knows what it'll do to you.

Barker: If you're worried about the nanites, there's no way I can get infected without taking an injection.

Lawrence: That's not the virus I'm talking about. Lately I've seen you talk to that asshole West like he's beneath you. I mean, yeah he's trash, but you've been sounding like you're enjoying fucking up that man's life a little too much and...I'm worried this "project" is changing you.

Barker: Lawrence, I can handle this. I can handle anything. My job is to shape the future of all mankind. Nexus Prime needs me and I for one am happy to have the powers to assist her in anyway I can. If "fucking up a man's life" is what it takes to achieve the highest of marks in all of medical breakthroughs, then I was already prepared to jump through those hoops long before you and I became a thing. Nothing's changed. I haven't changed. I didn't care for these former monsters when they were on the streets and I don't care for them now they're in my possession. I've worked my entire life for this moment, and if you can't be happy for me--

Lawrence: Alright! Alright, I get it. You can handle your own. I'm just your personal butt toy after all.

Barker: That's not funny.

Lawrence: But you like it when I talk like this, don't you? You like when I claim to be your plaything...Doctor Barker.

[movement]

Barker: Ha, ha! You naughty fool, I'm a married woman.

Lawrence: And I'm a divorced man. Now we both know each other.

[screech from the overhead intercom]

Barker: What the hell is--

(???): Naughty, naughty Doc. I knew you were crazy, but I didn't think bestiality was your kink. I mean, c'mon, I'm right down the hall and you chose to go for that two legged, ugly ass....

Barker: West?! How did you...when did you...

West: Next you'll be asking me "where did you". Well look no further. You see that tiny red dot in the corner of your ceiling?

Lawrence: It's the fucking camera!

West: Surprise! That's right Doc. Your camera's been on the whole time and while you and monkey man over there were about to get your freak on, I took the liberty of recording your little rendezvous as a present. If I recall correctly, your mom's birthday is just around the corner.

[Office door slams open with Barker and Lawrence running down the hall]

Barker: How the fuck did he make it to the security office?! That's the only place where he could control the cameras!

[Security Office door slams open]

Guard #2: (takes off headphones) Dr. Barker? Is there something wrong?

Barker: You idiot! No wonder you can't hear anything. Is Subject: #776469762 still in his cell?

Guard #2: Y--yeah. He's been there all night.

Lawrence: You dumbass. Have you been here all night?

Guard #2: Well...well you see....

Barker: Spit it out already!

Guard #2: I had to use the bathroom some time ago. Was in there for a spell too. I keep forgetting I can't eat those spicy chicken sandwiches like I use to. Why? What's going on?

Lawrence: The feedback's on a fucking loop. Look at the timestamp. It's from three days ago. Subject #776469762 is not in his cell Doctor.

Barker: Then where the hell is he?

West (over intercom): You still trying to find me? You're already too late. I'm already finished and got what I need.

Guard #2: If he's not here, then he must me broadcasting from that old security hub in the basement.

Lawrence: What a fine time to fucking notice this! Call the others and tell them that son of a bitch's escaped again. I want all guards on alert and weapons on stun.

Guard #2: Sure thing boss!

Lawrence: I'm telling you Doc, the next time he pulls this shit again, medical science or not, I'm killing him.

Barker: No you're not.

Lawrence: Like fuck I'm not. I've told you before, I don't like him. I know he's playing with us and if he can keep escaping a prison that's locked and loaded with the best money can buy, then there's something fishy going on here.

[radio static]

Guard #3: We've found something in the basement.

Barker: Is it West?

Guard #3: Negative. The old equipment was used though. It's still warm, but the patient isn't down here. Looks like he used the old tape machine to broadcast through the facility. There's a tape missing from the recorder too.

Lawrence: (quietly) Shit. That's the one from your office.

Barker: I want you to find that tape Ambrose. Find it and the patient.

Guard #4: We've found him ma'am.

Lawrence: Where the hell is he?

Guard #4: He's eating sir. He's currently in the cafeteria. He's waving at us sir.

Barker: Drag that nuisance back to his cell! Double his security and for crap's sake, someone lock his cell tight and throw away the freakin' key! Ambrose, find me that damn tape. I don't care how long it takes and how many things you break. Lawrence, prepare my operating table. I'm going to extract where West hid that tape. I don't care if it's on his person...or inside.