Primal

Chapter 13

He really wanted to just curl up and die but his new persona, the one that seemed to satisfy Dr. Z greatly, didn't budge at all at the sight of someone getting shot in the head. Luckily his hood managed to cover most of it but the blood spatter went everywhere in his field of vision. He wasn't quite happy about it but if this seemed to get Dr. Z to trust him enough he might just find the stupid Armageddon device. It's been about a month of this charade. He had changed the stupid outfit Dr. Z basically had him wearing like a school uniform. The hood was cut in half so the rest was a metal kind of visor he teched out to be almost like a hefty duty computer screen. The green color went rather well with the shields on his shoulders and studded on his belt. The sleeves were short with wristbands that were also covered with studs but was actually rather advanced technology that would make him feel like he was in a completely different world. 

The poor guy was just another inside operative trying to infiltrate the entire base, so that meant they weren't getting his message at all. He would need to find a way to get out of here and get Conrad the map of the area. This one didn't even make it past the inner walls. He began to realize a few things about sneaking around undetected and blending in. The easiest way was through the workers, gaining their trust before advancing any further and usually they may seem gullible but were quick thinkers. If your belief isn't quite accurate you were found out which was the trouble with them trying to get in. That and it was completely overused. If they tried something a little bit like the soldiers they'd be closer to getting to him which was apparently their target. He couldn't quite get to them because he was always hounded by either Mya or Dr. Z himself who apparently is just called King around here. 

He watched the body get dragged away, leaving a red streak on the tiled floor. "The device needs one more thing...I know you know it," said King turning towards him. He tilted his head a little at him but didn't say a single word. He had established a connection, like a wireless connection to someone via telepathy. Wires stretched out from one head to the next. The first time was an accident and he got a headache from it but the next time he did it on purpose but kept that line separate from the rest. He was connected to Oran and Rito solely because they were hiding and keeping everyone calm. He felt like a computer, a super computer actually. He managed to link to Vandel though weak it is. 

Besides just making things, Dr. Z thought it wise to actually train him to fight even though he never was able to actually beat Dr. Z in any battle or fight, he was way more experienced. Many times he asked why but he never got a straight answer or Dr. Z just refused to tell him. "We shall talk later, today is preparation for the moon festival," said Dr. Z, everyone cheering as if the bloody event didn't even happen. "And since it's the Builder's first time, lets make it extra special," said Dr. Z, everyone nodding and hurrying off. He didn't get much chances to study their culture but he had heard whispers and rumors of a big party on a full moon. 

When the were alone he looked around before speaking. "Moon Festival?" 

"Yes. It's like new years eve only bigger and much more interesting than the human version of new years eve. Happens every night, it's going to be fun right after you explain to me why the machine has not worked at all," 

"I can't quite tell you, especially if I haven't seen it in its entirety. It's like telling a geek squad member that the computer isn't working and you want me to figure it. There are many variables to what could be wrong with it, being that blunt and discreet will not help either one of us," he said feeling suddenly faint a little. "What now, you keep pausing and then continuing," 

"I'm just woozy, that's all," 

"You've been woozy for two days now," 

"And?" he replied, rubbing his forehead. That and he kept throwing up all morning. He was always hungry, cold, and sleepy. "Back to the topic, show me and I can give you a proper diagnostic instead of pulling it out of my ass," he said, Dr. Z massaging his forehead. "You know, I need you to learn to speak their language,"