This was the second segment of yesterday's.
Dear Musashi,
Yes, I was supposed to keep on typing yesterday. But I got bored with that, so I watched Eyeshield 21 instead (So funny!!). Which means that I have a lot to type today, plus new stuff for today.
Ok. Yes. Second segment.
In the Facility there are many secrets, not just the ones kept from the Excess. There are hierarchies and taboos, even for the scientists and doctors. People they aren’t allowed to directly meet, places they aren’t allowed to go. Half of the whitecoats that work on Project: HEAVEN joined when it was proving successful, so they weren’t there for the initial conception, the initial try-outs. The Failures and the Successes that always ended in horror, which led up and built the place they are today- all of these things were missed.
Many of them don’t realize that the Excess children were essentially kidnapped to be researched on. Not all of the Excess, mind you. Some were sold by their parents, the ones coming from third world countries or people who were simply poor. Regrettably, almost all of the whitecoats know about this aspect, and believe that it’s where they get all their children. The one who don’t know about the buying of flesh are the ones who don’t want to know, and never ask questions. These are the worst ones.
Asphyxiation knows almost everything that goes on in the Facility. He knows things about the Excess that the whitecoats do not, and he knows things about the whitecoats that the Excess do not. He knows things about the Excess that the Excess do not, and he knows things about the whitecoats that the whitecoats do not.
He knows that the whitecoats pride themselves on their ability to know what’s going on in the Wards, but he also knows better. What the whitecoats know of what’s happening is based solely on their monitors; their tracers and their cameras and their hidden recorders. And how they know about what will happen is based purely on the exploitation of Premonition Excess.
Further, while many of the doctors and scientists don’t know this, a lot of the information they receive comes from Asphyx himself. Everything said in the air will eventually come back to him, if he so chooses it. And if he chooses it, he will tell the Director what he had learned.
Not many people have met the Director. And of all the Excess, only Asphyx know he exists, much less met him face to face. The Director is the Head of the Facility, and the only one he ever bows down to are the Sponsors- and only when it suits him.
Asphyx stares into the coal black eyes of the Director and wonders what kind of man can do what he has done and still sleep well at night. Try as he might though, he doesn’t actually hate the Director. Not even knowing all that he does can he bring himself to hate the Director. He stares at the aging man across from him and feels- nothing.
No hatred, not anger, no love, no fondness, no loyalty. It’s simply a void of feelings, matching the voidness of the Director’s eyes. He knows that he is the Director’s personal favorite; and that it gives him certain privileges and leeway. He enjoys the privileges thoroughly, but he doesn’t feel thankful.
Sometimes he feels angry at the whitecoats. Many times he wishes to suffocate them all. But that’s more out of dissatisfaction with their incompetence, and frustration with their perceived superiority then anything else.
The Director stares back at the Excess across from him, and he’s feeling a mixture of pride and sympathy. No, it’s not sympathy. Perhaps it is regret that there is no sympathy. Whatever it is, he does feel rather- unsettled. Looking at the golden haired, dark-eyed boy across from him, who stares so blankly at him.
“I know you want her to be happy.” He says finally. “But perhaps it would be best if you had less of an attachment.”
The thing that Asphyx always notices is that the Director never says his name. He notices this, because Phoenix refuses to directly address him with his name because she does all she can to dehumanize him.
But he knows that she’ll say his name, when talking about him to others. The Director doesn’t. The Director never calls him “Asphyxiation,” if he must talk about him to others, it is only ever “the Air Sirius.” Asphyx doesn’t think too much of this, although he’s aware of the implications that it holds.
He does not answer, although he knows the Director is waiting for a reply. After a long pause of waiting and not answering the Director says, “You life won’t always be like this. You and all the other Excess will go onto have a great lives, so long as cooperation remains. Phoenix should know this.”
“I shall inform her.” Asphyx answers.
The Director nods. Because Asphyx has nothing else to say, he leaves.
The Director knows everything that has been sacrificed for this project- he himself has sacrificed a great deal. And when he takes the elevator down to the very deepest sub-levels of Iso, he reflects momentarily on everything that has been accomplished, and all the wrongs and losses become justified. In the end, the earth will be saved, and humanity will regain it’s rightful place of superiority.
His entrance into Iso is a secret, and only some of the most trusted scientists, the ones who were there from the beginning, are allowed to escort him through his tour of the their most recent projects.
When he reaches the room where they keep the specimen he pauses, looking through the glass at the child strapped to a mental slab. “Why is he bleeding?” The Director asks coldly, for this is perhaps the best they’ve ever produced and it bothers him to see it damaged.
And the boy is badly damaged. Even through the glass window the Director can see the deep holds gaping from his side, and the blood pouring from all over-, from the wholes in his sides, the wrists, the neck, the ears, almost as if the blood itself was trying to escape its confines.
“Yes, well.” One of the scientists- Phelps, answered hesitantly. “He did it to himself. And it was quite difficult to subdue him before serious damage was inflected.”
The Director does not say anything. He just looks at the boy, no emotion can be detected in his face. “And he’s the only one that survived.” It isn’t a question.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do we know why?”
“No, Sir. We’re still trying to find that out, so the results can be replicated.”
“I’d like to see him up close.”
“That isn’t advised Sir, his Excess is very unpredictable.”
“It was not a request.”
Phelps hesitates, but ultimately acquiesces.
The Director looks down at the boy, and the boy stares up back at him. “Leave us.” The Director orders.
“Sir-”
“That was also not a request.”
Without any other word the rest of the scientists leave the room. The cameras have already been shut off, because his visits must go unrecorded when he travels down to Isolation.
He continues to look at the boy with a dead sort of look and the boy continues to look back at him with an unblinking stare. The Director does not like how the boy looks at him, as if he’s seeing through him. The Director does not like the boy at all, with his pale hair and strange eyes, he looks too- exotic, too… inhuman. And that is everything they are working so hard against.
It’s funny, that it is this boy who survived the Treatment out of all of them that were brought in. Because even when the Director surveyed those newly-found children he didn’t like the looks of this one. It was one of the reasons he chose this one to undergo experimentation, he felt as if this one could be spared.
And here they are: Scientist and Specimen, Director and Project. Idly, the Director inserts tow fingers inside the holes in the boy’s side, and is satisfied by the boy’s flinch.
“This is all you are.” He says, feeling the insides of his project. “This is all you will ever be.”
The boy looks back at him, oddly calm now despite the pain. He gives the Director a measured look and replies, “At least I know what I am.”
Yeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh..... the scene at the end was completely random. I just wanted to convey that the Director is supposed to be creepy, and so my brain came up with that. Sorry 'bout that people.
Ha ha, there was a running theme in that segment with the first one, did everyone catch it?
Phoenixeiros.
Yes, I was supposed to keep on typing yesterday. But I got bored with that, so I watched Eyeshield 21 instead (So funny!!). Which means that I have a lot to type today, plus new stuff for today.
Ok. Yes. Second segment.
In the Facility there are many secrets, not just the ones kept from the Excess. There are hierarchies and taboos, even for the scientists and doctors. People they aren’t allowed to directly meet, places they aren’t allowed to go. Half of the whitecoats that work on Project: HEAVEN joined when it was proving successful, so they weren’t there for the initial conception, the initial try-outs. The Failures and the Successes that always ended in horror, which led up and built the place they are today- all of these things were missed.
Many of them don’t realize that the Excess children were essentially kidnapped to be researched on. Not all of the Excess, mind you. Some were sold by their parents, the ones coming from third world countries or people who were simply poor. Regrettably, almost all of the whitecoats know about this aspect, and believe that it’s where they get all their children. The one who don’t know about the buying of flesh are the ones who don’t want to know, and never ask questions. These are the worst ones.
Asphyxiation knows almost everything that goes on in the Facility. He knows things about the Excess that the whitecoats do not, and he knows things about the whitecoats that the Excess do not. He knows things about the Excess that the Excess do not, and he knows things about the whitecoats that the whitecoats do not.
He knows that the whitecoats pride themselves on their ability to know what’s going on in the Wards, but he also knows better. What the whitecoats know of what’s happening is based solely on their monitors; their tracers and their cameras and their hidden recorders. And how they know about what will happen is based purely on the exploitation of Premonition Excess.
Further, while many of the doctors and scientists don’t know this, a lot of the information they receive comes from Asphyx himself. Everything said in the air will eventually come back to him, if he so chooses it. And if he chooses it, he will tell the Director what he had learned.
Not many people have met the Director. And of all the Excess, only Asphyx know he exists, much less met him face to face. The Director is the Head of the Facility, and the only one he ever bows down to are the Sponsors- and only when it suits him.
Asphyx stares into the coal black eyes of the Director and wonders what kind of man can do what he has done and still sleep well at night. Try as he might though, he doesn’t actually hate the Director. Not even knowing all that he does can he bring himself to hate the Director. He stares at the aging man across from him and feels- nothing.
No hatred, not anger, no love, no fondness, no loyalty. It’s simply a void of feelings, matching the voidness of the Director’s eyes. He knows that he is the Director’s personal favorite; and that it gives him certain privileges and leeway. He enjoys the privileges thoroughly, but he doesn’t feel thankful.
Sometimes he feels angry at the whitecoats. Many times he wishes to suffocate them all. But that’s more out of dissatisfaction with their incompetence, and frustration with their perceived superiority then anything else.
The Director stares back at the Excess across from him, and he’s feeling a mixture of pride and sympathy. No, it’s not sympathy. Perhaps it is regret that there is no sympathy. Whatever it is, he does feel rather- unsettled. Looking at the golden haired, dark-eyed boy across from him, who stares so blankly at him.
“I know you want her to be happy.” He says finally. “But perhaps it would be best if you had less of an attachment.”
The thing that Asphyx always notices is that the Director never says his name. He notices this, because Phoenix refuses to directly address him with his name because she does all she can to dehumanize him.
But he knows that she’ll say his name, when talking about him to others. The Director doesn’t. The Director never calls him “Asphyxiation,” if he must talk about him to others, it is only ever “the Air Sirius.” Asphyx doesn’t think too much of this, although he’s aware of the implications that it holds.
He does not answer, although he knows the Director is waiting for a reply. After a long pause of waiting and not answering the Director says, “You life won’t always be like this. You and all the other Excess will go onto have a great lives, so long as cooperation remains. Phoenix should know this.”
“I shall inform her.” Asphyx answers.
The Director nods. Because Asphyx has nothing else to say, he leaves.
The Director knows everything that has been sacrificed for this project- he himself has sacrificed a great deal. And when he takes the elevator down to the very deepest sub-levels of Iso, he reflects momentarily on everything that has been accomplished, and all the wrongs and losses become justified. In the end, the earth will be saved, and humanity will regain it’s rightful place of superiority.
His entrance into Iso is a secret, and only some of the most trusted scientists, the ones who were there from the beginning, are allowed to escort him through his tour of the their most recent projects.
When he reaches the room where they keep the specimen he pauses, looking through the glass at the child strapped to a mental slab. “Why is he bleeding?” The Director asks coldly, for this is perhaps the best they’ve ever produced and it bothers him to see it damaged.
And the boy is badly damaged. Even through the glass window the Director can see the deep holds gaping from his side, and the blood pouring from all over-, from the wholes in his sides, the wrists, the neck, the ears, almost as if the blood itself was trying to escape its confines.
“Yes, well.” One of the scientists- Phelps, answered hesitantly. “He did it to himself. And it was quite difficult to subdue him before serious damage was inflected.”
The Director does not say anything. He just looks at the boy, no emotion can be detected in his face. “And he’s the only one that survived.” It isn’t a question.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do we know why?”
“No, Sir. We’re still trying to find that out, so the results can be replicated.”
“I’d like to see him up close.”
“That isn’t advised Sir, his Excess is very unpredictable.”
“It was not a request.”
Phelps hesitates, but ultimately acquiesces.
The Director looks down at the boy, and the boy stares up back at him. “Leave us.” The Director orders.
“Sir-”
“That was also not a request.”
Without any other word the rest of the scientists leave the room. The cameras have already been shut off, because his visits must go unrecorded when he travels down to Isolation.
He continues to look at the boy with a dead sort of look and the boy continues to look back at him with an unblinking stare. The Director does not like how the boy looks at him, as if he’s seeing through him. The Director does not like the boy at all, with his pale hair and strange eyes, he looks too- exotic, too… inhuman. And that is everything they are working so hard against.
It’s funny, that it is this boy who survived the Treatment out of all of them that were brought in. Because even when the Director surveyed those newly-found children he didn’t like the looks of this one. It was one of the reasons he chose this one to undergo experimentation, he felt as if this one could be spared.
And here they are: Scientist and Specimen, Director and Project. Idly, the Director inserts tow fingers inside the holes in the boy’s side, and is satisfied by the boy’s flinch.
“This is all you are.” He says, feeling the insides of his project. “This is all you will ever be.”
The boy looks back at him, oddly calm now despite the pain. He gives the Director a measured look and replies, “At least I know what I am.”
Yeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh..... the scene at the end was completely random. I just wanted to convey that the Director is supposed to be creepy, and so my brain came up with that. Sorry 'bout that people.
Ha ha, there was a running theme in that segment with the first one, did everyone catch it?
Phoenixeiros.