Project 2115

Prologue: The Meeting

August 1st, 2099

The conference room was shrouded in an aura of anticipation as Jim Mortem and Troy Kibou, the brilliant minds behind Project P.I., braced themselves for a meeting that would irrevocably shape their future. A sense of unease settled in their hearts as they awaited the arrival of the new CEO of ElixirGen BioSolutions. The room seemed colder, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken questions and hidden intentions.

The door swung open, revealing the CEO's imposing figure. They entered with an air of authority, their eyes gleaming with a mysterious glint. Jim and Troy exchanged a wary glance, sensing that something was amiss.

CEO: "Gentlemen, I've delved into the depths of your research, and I must say, it has piqued my interest. However, I believe there is more to be done. Much more."

Jim's eyes lit up with excitement, his voice filled with a fervor that betrayed his eagerness.

Jim: "We are grateful for your attention, sir. Project P.I. has the potential to revolutionize medical science. With your support, we can bring our serum to the next stage of development."

CEO: "Indeed, but I have a proposition. The path to greatness is often shrouded in darkness, hidden from prying eyes. What if we were to conduct human trials?"

Jim's heart skipped a beat, his ambition overriding any reservations.

Jim: "Human trials? That would be a monumental step forward, a chance to prove the efficacy of our serum. With your guidance, we can unlock its true potential and offer hope to countless lives."

Troy, ever the cautious scientist, furrowed his brow, a deep-seated hesitation gnawing at his soul.

Troy: "But, sir, human trials carry significant risks. We must proceed with caution, ensuring the safety and ethical implications of our actions."

CEO: "Risks? Ah, the pursuit of greatness often demands sacrifice. Trust me, the rewards will be worth it."

Troy's eyes narrowed, his skepticism surfacing.

Troy: "I have reservations, sir. We need more time, more data, to ensure the utmost safety and minimize any potential harm to the subjects."

CEO: "Time, my dear Troy, is a luxury we do not possess. The world teeters on the brink of chaos, and we must act swiftly, decisively. It is a gamble we must take."

Reluctance etched across Troy's face, his scientific conscience warring with the weight of the CEO's words.

Troy: "Very well, but let it be known that I have concerns. We must tread carefully, ensuring the ethical implications are addressed."

CEO: "Of course, my dear Troy. Ethical considerations will not be disregarded. They shall be an integral part of our journey."

Jim, eager to push forward, nodded in agreement, a flicker of doubt hidden behind his determined facade.

Jim: "We will proceed with the utmost care, sir. Project P.I. will forge a path into the unknown, even if it means stepping into the shadows."

The CEO's lips curled into a subtle smile, a mix of intrigue and concealed intentions.

CEO: "Excellent. To protect our pursuits from prying eyes, we shall construct a research facility beneath the bustling Boston Commons and Garden. Accessible only through the discreet underground parking lot at Boston Garden, our work shall remain hidden until the time is ripe."

As the words hung in the air, a sense of impending doom settled upon the room. The path they were about to embark on would forever alter their lives and the fate of humanity.

And so, in that fateful meeting, Jim, Troy, and the CEO made a pact, their destinies intertwined in a dark dance of ambition and uncertainty. The shadows of secrecy enveloped them, as they prepared to venture into uncharted territory, where the boundaries of morality and scientific progress blurred.