Experiment X-021

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The speakers crackled within the auditorium, making the talking of many people slow down to a stop or a whisper. The person with the microphone tapped the mesh that covered the speaker within the device. He was dressed in a labcoat with slacks and black shoes with his brown hair in a ponytail and glasses covering his hazel eyes. He looked small, like anyone could snap him like a twig.

“Welcome to the testing facility for Project Xenomorph!” He announced, making most of everyone in the stands clap. “First of all I want to thank you all for the generous donations to keep this project afloat. I assure you, your money was well spent. Now, let us get on to the presentation you’ve been waiting for!” Again the people clapped. Pictures came onto the wall behind the man, projections of progress and explanation.

“Over the years, we have studied the nature of the Xenomorphs; a species of incredible stealth and offers no remorse for what it kills. A perfect Xeno-biological marvel, and man has figured out a way to make this discovery even better. We have mutated DNA from the Xenomorph to a human being!”

Many whispers arose from the stands and the man waited for them to quiet down in which they slowly did to hear more. “Four subjects were chosen, two male and two female for testing. Each has a different body shape, one being the size of a ten year old girl we call X-023. This helps the being to squeeze into small spaces and speed is increased. Then we have X-022, a male that is average size and weight but it seems he is more stable than the others,” He paused.

“Then X-024, possibly one of the most lethal. This male has achieved greatly in size and strength, being the biggest out of them. You can guess what his expertise is. Last but not least, X-021! This female was the first successful mutation, bred from special DNA that is classified, at least so says the government. As we all know, Xenomorphs are very social creatures, working in a Hive to keep their species alive.” The man explained.

“So, these four have been allowed to interact among each other. Surprisingly enough X-023 and X-024 have a connection. They fight well together, so this discovery led us to think that X-022 and X-021 may have the same connection. They know each other as friend, so they communicate to get the job done well. Moving on,” He clicked something and stepped back. “Here is X-021!”

I don’t move, smelling all the different scents and growl. Crouched down in the dark, I hear the man call my name again. I stay low as I stand, walking out into the light and wince at the feeling of the bright light. I look at the projection screen, looking at my appearance while everyone else in the stands took interest.

I am standing there, having to wear rubber gloves and boots with these weird leather straps crossing like an X across the silvery material that was around my body but didn’t hug my body like skin. It seemed to just be there, not too tight and not too loose. Around the bottom half of my face, my nose and mouth, was a metal muzzle.

They had the muzzle so we wouldn’t bite any of our handlers, gloves and shoes to prevent us from climbing on walls and scratching anyone. My eyes were weird looking, when I blinked my eyelids came from side to side instead of up and down like our handlers. My pupils were slits and iris was a funny green color that was the same as my blood.

“Ain’t she a sight to see, ladies and gents?” The man next to me said, snapping me out of my trance. I look back to the people, the mech around my nose allowing me to smell. “Sir, if these creatures are so lethal then why create them?” A woman asked. “Ah, I was waiting for that question! Well, as I said before, Xenomorphs are masters of stealth and have no emotions,”

He paused again. “So, that’s what we need in war! The government has allowed this because they believe with a little science we could win any war possible.” He explained. “What if they turn on us?” A man in the stands asked. “Well, my friends, what do we do with any traitors? Yes, I understand Xenomorphs have a strong urge to survive and grow but so do we humans. The fittest will win.” He explained.