Silver Eye

Chapter 1

Author's note : Wertheimer and Wolfstein are German names, so the W are pronounced as V's (Villiam Vertheimer, Volfshtein).

Year 2099

"Everything ready?" The head researcher, Dr. Wolfstein, asked his team.

"Patient is stable." Wertheimer referred at the person clad in white, lying on the stretcher unconscious with his vital signs beeping away on the monitor. 49 years old, medical doctor, William Wertheimer had been friends with the head researcher for a long while up until the time when they took separate paths in their career, with him going into practical medicine and Wolfstein opting for medical research. William had curly brown hair inherited from his Belgian mother, dark eyes, short stature and a slightly crooked nose. After 15 years with no word from his friend, he suddenly received an invitation to participate in a medical research experiment together; they were in need of a trustworthy practical doctor. He accepted without much hesitation, eager to see his old friend and was put in charge of the patient for the experiment.

"Neurotransmitter ready." Johnson referred to the wire attached to the patient's head, just over the joint of the neck and skull. 33 years old, shaved head, brown eyes, broad stature and round face: Howard Johnson specialized in neuroscience, his fascination over the human mind never ceased to grow. It even crossed over into love; he married a neurobiologist soon after he graduated and currently has 2 children. He couldn't refuse the invitation to the experiment later on, going as far as leaving his family temporarily to move in the lab in the neighboring state. He singlehandedly designed and completed the neurotransmitter specifically for this experiment.

"Brain explorer prêt." Tremblay referred to the machine that materializes the contents in the part of the brain that it scans into images. 26 year-old French-Canadian brain surgeon, Bernard Tremblay was already known throughout the leading medical practitioners as a rising star in brain surgery. Long and straight blonde hair tied in a ponytail, sparkling blue eyes, tall and slim with a thin beard, he loves fondling brains as much as he loves fondling ladies. His mind only going forward, he himself requested to be part of the experiment, anxious to make his mark in the medical industry. Although he can't clearly speak English, his medical talent is nothing to sneeze at; he quickly learned how to operate the brain explorer and can now seek out any part of the brain he wants.

"Emergency abort system functional." said Orlov, ready to apply emergency shutdown at any sign of danger. 64 years old, Yuri Orlov was a long-standing Russian medical research veteran. Short gray hair, blue eyes, tall stature and a caricature square face, his wife having passed away a few years back he could only find solace in his work. After her death he realized he had never aspired to achieve anything, consequently he hadn't. This feeling created the main reason that made him accept the invitation to the experiment; he wanted to leave something concrete to the world before he retired, so he joined to share his experience and took charge of coordinating emergency procedures.

"Recipient ready." Ibuki referred to the silver sphere with the carving of an eye at the other end of the neurotransmitter. 25 years old, Haruka Ibuki is the only lab member that isn't a doctor; she's a craftswoman. Long black hair, skidded black eyes, perfect features, very short stature and a longing desire to run her hands through Tremblay's long blonde hair, she is the human replica of a Japanese doll. Her work being undermined in her home country because she was a woman, she couldn't refuse the chance to prove herself when an invitation to an American medical research experiment came to her doorstep. Her meticulous personality and her great craftsmanship were needed to design and build the perfect recipient for the experiment. Accordingly, she built the near-perfect sphere out of the special materials implemented by Dr. Wolfstein for their chemical properties.

All the lab members nodded towards the head researcher. It was an inspiring moment; they might be about to mark a defining point in history. Dr. Wolfstein took a deep breath, paused, years of his research were at stake. 53 years of age, out of which 32 were spent researching medicine. Maximilian Wolfstein was of German origin, but he was born in America. Short brown hair lined with gray, blue eyes, round face with brownish-gray beard growing out from lack of personal hygiene over the past 2 days. He stood at medium height with broad shoulders, wore small round glasses over his small nose and had 3 kids, but he hadn't spoken with them since the day of his divorce with his ex-wife 10 years ago. Ironically in that decade alone he made more progress in his research than he had in the rest of his career. He had spent more time in the laboratory than at home in the past year; all the lab members had. All their hard work, all their begging for subventions and financing; it all came down to this moment. He then raised his hand. "Begin the experiment!"